Текст песни County To Federal - 23 , Jutty Jut

23 Yuh
You come up from the trenches that shit gone be toxic
Can't sit in the house gotta make me a profit
First Of the month beat the trap up like boxing
I don't listen to these rappers these rapper be mocking
My bro Caught that charge He was out there is Mobbing
Kept His mouth shut only rep that I got him
Capping with props you ain't killing nobody
These niggas play gangsta then rat like Takashi
It's a new day so new money the topic
Don't confuse me with nonsense make me get it poppin
Last summer was hot but this one gon be hot
World War Three the way bodies keep dropping
Ops on the block yea you know that he checking in
Niggas turn bitches when They Can't get weapons and
Junkies keep calling they say it work excellent
Shawty Start chewing on the dick likes it editable
I told her just fuck me Don't love me no trouble man
When I see cops I don't stop do the running man
They charging sixtey and Up for a bundle man
That shit come burning it turn white when it's bubbling
They cop a strizzy ain't no more fumbling
I catch a op on the block bet he fumbling
Sick of these rules got to trap got a battle it
Punk I hit lickes her a pussy cat a bitch
We put the O on the wave they mad at us
If I get caught no more county it's federal
Talk about that one case we got several
Specifically drugs don't let that get ahead of you
Know what I been through Don't Know what I gotta do
I keep the forty bro you keep the twenty twos
I just copped the glizzy I'm ready get busy
No Marvin Gaye But let's get it on
I can't let no pussy nigga come hit me
I keep my head up god I stay with my jawn
Let you know what it is before you hop in this whip
We focused on money leave that don't shit alone
Tryna get rich or die trying like fifty
Protect on my intrest in case niggas want temp me
Shawty don't love me she just want my Benji's
Niggas wanna do me and take me like nipsey

Niggas out here think they hard
Guess what I'm with YMR
Yea you know I'm a star
Yes I'm bout to reach the charts
All of y'all niggas y'all lames y'all farts
All of y'all niggas y'all know y'all know y'all stink
Guess what I'm tryna get bank I'm tryna smoke dank
Get on the gas Little NIgga you lack
Yes I stay with the strap
Yes I stay with the mask
Yes I stay with my guys
Yea you know that be my slime
Yes You Know I'm gon Ride
Guess what you can not slide
Oh way Pop out guess what you get knocked down
With my homies pop loud coming through we hot know
Guess what yes I stay on the field
Getting a meal where I go getting a steal
Nigga You play Nigga You get told
Aye No way None of my niggas gone fold
Aye No way 223 He's Cold