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County Lines Kazzy went cunch, doin' county lines All of my drillers on demon time You cannot see me, I see you fine Trust Dog time All of my niggas on dog time Run down a pagan and hog tie'em Gunnin' for me? That's a long line Nigga I'm a T-house, OT FT one time with your old ting Quick trip to the next state over Came back, let it strike like bowling All the drillers in Vegas know me Can't speak on the shhh they holding Just know that it came from brodie When I touch back down it's Huh When I touch, it's golden That's a Midas touch Boy went cunch Tekkers with me, you foldin' YG in a mask, no Covid Glass roof on a ting, I broke it Bad ting came through, she bruk it WiFi, way a nigga get loaded Numbers coded Look Huh I'm on the maddest of tings I see the opp dem panic and hide Wait How can the devil wear Prada When I done stepped in my Dior slides? Hit the Woo Catch opposition and hit'em too Post up a picture and shake the room Post up your shorty and look Fuckin' with me and it's consequences Where Kazzy at? That is not your business New label tryna retire niggas But I'ma be quiet and fire I still got the leverage I'm thinkin' bout buyin' niggas Mr. Candy how I'm buyin' niggas Clippers the way that I'm linin' niggas up Scout leader, nigga, tying niggas up 2 zones I done came up off 2 zones, nigga Post codes I done slid through new post codes, nigga Two hoes Waitin' at home that's two hoes, nigga Touch down We'a do bits, that's new clothes, nigga County Lines Kazzy went cunch, doin' county lines All of my drillers on demon time You cannot see me, I see you fine Trust Dog time All of my niggas on dog time Run down a pagan and hog tie'em Gunnin' for me? That's a long line Nigga County Lines Kazzy went cunch, doin' county lines All of my drillers on demon time You cannot see me, I see you fine Trust Dog time All of my niggas on dog time Run down a pagan and hog tie'em Gunnin' for me? That's a long line Nigga Aight, mood mood mood mood Yo Look Told Rocky if they ever duppy me Never ever let the bread stop Pour out liquor send me dead opps Ones who did it, give'em head shots Buck off Boy, I'm OT I don't duck y'all Still got a ting in the rucksack If I press green light Man'll touch y'all Who with it, not you Trust I'ma turn a nigga into dust Roll a nigga up inside a blunt This ain't really what you niggas want I just wanna princess cut the fronts I just want a princess for the month I just wanna city view the back Couple Teslas sittin' in the front Huh, wait If you pagan, don't let us know We get to trippin' Pull up on niggas and let'em go They get to slippin'