
Town & Country Nicholas Craven & Boldy James
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[Intro]
Yeah
Blockworks
Fuck is we at with it?
Nick Craven, 227
ConCreatures
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
Code word for brick is "White 1s"
My youngin' middle man'd me two pair
Put a one on a one, that’s a friendly game of two-square
Eighty a gram, we shift 'em up quick as the coupe gear
A nigga lay a hand on baby man, we goin' nuclear
Gave 'em The Art of Rock Climbing, now that's a cliffhanger
Hogtied your bitch up for them blocks and them rectangles
Was dead game before I ever had my shoes laced
Left my phones in thе city just so they could lose trace
Lost track of timе shooting cee-lo, me and cocaína
In the jungle, yeah, I run with jackals and I know hyenas
Leavin' niggas stiff as a statue—if we can't catch you
Blood on his dingy white tee, look like a paint speckle
Thirty-three hun' a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in the country town outta that Town & Country
Thirty-three hundred a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in that country town outta that Town & Country
What else?
Yeah
Blockworks
Fuck is we at with it?
Nick Craven, 227
ConCreatures
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
Code word for brick is "White 1s"
My youngin' middle man'd me two pair
Put a one on a one, that’s a friendly game of two-square
Eighty a gram, we shift 'em up quick as the coupe gear
A nigga lay a hand on baby man, we goin' nuclear
Gave 'em The Art of Rock Climbing, now that's a cliffhanger
Hogtied your bitch up for them blocks and them rectangles
Was dead game before I ever had my shoes laced
Left my phones in thе city just so they could lose trace
Lost track of timе shooting cee-lo, me and cocaína
In the jungle, yeah, I run with jackals and I know hyenas
Leavin' niggas stiff as a statue—if we can't catch you
Blood on his dingy white tee, look like a paint speckle
Thirty-three hun' a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in the country town outta that Town & Country
Thirty-three hundred a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in that country town outta that Town & Country
What else?
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