Frosty - County Lines 1 Lyrics

(Mokuba Lives Beats)
Look, look

Uncle just came from Ghana (hello)
That's a thousand grams in the suitcase
The govs thought I was on basic
But I had a TV wrapped in my duvet (ha)
The worker called my Lyca
Said he bumped into a London trapper
Backed his shank, took that pack
Pure Ribena splattered (get him)
Put food in Sainsbury's bags
I ain't doing my shopping (nope)
Undies following cats to the bando lately
And Jakes been plotting (ah)
I swear I got beef with the Malis (yup), tryna take over the town
Came out of jail, would've bought her Loubs
But the bitch weren't holding it down
Ever seen 4 racks in a evidence bag? (No way, no way)
Gotta cover my face
'Cause they might try use what I say in my tracks
My Leicester ting come back to the ends for the D
I just jeet and dash (skrr)
Have your woman crush Wednesday banking packs up suh
She don't need no vas
Could've gone uni but I'm in the T house
Chilling with Scouse and Charlie (sorry mum)
Bro whipped up two and a Q, get it sold for a brand new Carty
Twenty-six grams in the Pyrex, I don't know nuttin' 'bout student loan
My Samsung rung like a thousand times that day
Had to mute my phone (brr)
Can't go back to the wing
That's Urban Books and Ko-Lee noodles (yummy)
Three-hundred pebs, got six, do three
Now they got bros face on Google (free bro, free bro)
Heard that they locked up the M25
Thank God for South West trains
If I put teeth in the mash
That's a new GoFundMe page (bow)

Banged up for 23 hours
Gov just cancelled exercise (aye, when's soc'?)
See opps on the visit
You know I'm tryna ketchup guys
Would've killed your mate
But like I never let that slide (no way, no way)
Still take mans Roley, like bro lemme get the time
Banged up for twenty-three hours
Gov just cancelled exercise (aye gov, when's soc'?)
See opps on the visit
You know I'm tryna ketchup guys (do him, do him)
Would've killed your mate but like I never let that slide
Still take mans Roley, like bro lemme get the time

The man there pose with stolen jewelry (joke)
Chef man down, no raw meat (what?)
Can't get paid twelve times in a year
Man tried but it just weren't for me (nope)
Have you lost your marbles? T-t light
I ain't doing no six for forties
Trip to the opp block, we ain't like them
Putting that shit on my story (shh)
Made fifteen bands in this tracksuit (trappy)
Fuck all them big boy Roleys
I don't know nuttin' 'bout H. Samuel (ha ha)
Them neeks tried run up on me, wrong move
Had to cheff that nigga in public (ching)
The govs fucked up, buss my mans door
Had alarm bells ringing on Dunlin
We ain't killing no innocent yutes (nope)
The whole gang knows who we're after
Got a T house opposite grandma's church
I hide from my local pastor
Little man ain't got no heart
Get sold on the transfer market
Or he might get sent on loan up suh to a county line in Cardiff
(Remember when I flushed two bags in the toilet)
Remember when I flushed two bags in the toilet
Feds at the door doing welfare checks
So the cat don't make no noises
OT, can't go Mac D's in town
Cah the drugs squad know our faces (shit den)
My right hand from the east side, free Little T out in cages

Send a young boy quay, that's platform nine
Don't miss that train (Don't miss that train)
Used to get an ounce for over a bag
Now I whip that flake (Whip, whip)
Hold on cab man, jump out the Uber
And then flick my blade (ching, ching)
That boy knows who I am, I done to his sister's face (ha ha)
Send a young boy quay, that's platform nine
Don't miss that train (don't miss that train)
Used to get an ounce for over a bag
Now I whip that flake (whip, whip)
Hold on cab man, jump out the Uber and then flick my blade
That boy knows who I am, I done to his sister's face

Can't at my driller (you mad?)
Had the pagans dashing, screaming
Run, he's got a zombie killer
That's T-T light, make your phone turn off
When your spot get bill up (sorry bro)
Deliveries in a seventeen plate, in the town I'm a known drug dealer
Burnt that bridge with BP petrol, all of my old friends bitter (pshh)