County Lines, Pt. 2 (Remix)

[Intro: Frosty]
(MKThePlug)
(Is this MarzBeatz?)
(M1OnTheBeat)
(Look, look, look)

[Verse 1: Frosty]
Fourteen days on shit watch, no, officer, I ain't eatin' nothin' (No way)
Intent to supply, class A, had the undies preein' me bust it (Oi, mind the camera)
Operation Hazel (Obbo), had the workin' pack in my arsehole, but the feds never found that parcel, had the Old Bill pissed that day (Trust)
Tryna lotion gyal 'til I back my Rambo, it was all over in seconds (Sorry ladies)
That's motive cancelled, shh really held them cheffings
Thought I found a potential bae 'til the CRB check came back (Okay)
We could've been Bonnie and Clyde (Uh-huh), but she don't wanna hold this wap
Brand new Merc, I was lookin' at Bolo, what happens if I press this button? (Nyuum)
I got NFA too much times, I can feel a sentence comin'
Sent CID back to the drawin' boards (I did)
They're like "how can we get this geezer?"
Told you I was visitin' a friend at uni (Mad), they think I'm a London dealer
Backed out three racks in Gaucho, should've seen the look on the waiter's face (Uh-huh)
Drench that flake in ammonia, then it get chop with a razor blade (Ching)
Bro had the govs doin' laps 'round Felts, to the point the alarm bell bruck (God knows)
TT got my wrist on fleek (Brrt), shit then I'm a classy cunt
Run for your lives, see CK (Where?), over there in the Ford Mondeo
Lambeth feds on the jump out flex, they all look bait in their North Face jackets (Dash)
On the seaside chillin' with smackheads (Trappy)
West end shouts out my Leicester ting, me and bro left her knackered (Like, how you gettin' home?)
The opps need to practice glidin', they left my bro with a minor scratch (Babies)
Like my old coach said, "If you lose the ball better win that back" (Pressure)
It's been a year since shh got cheffed, all now I ain't been nicked
I ain't gotta watch my back (Nah), trust me they ain't on piss (Piss, piss)

[Chorus: Frosty]
Sorry, mum, I ain't makin' supper (Whoosh)
I just drove into the town, gotta reload my runners
The whips got heated seats (Seats)
Should've never put the coupe in sport, I'm like two times over the speed (I swear I saw that camera flash)
Sorry, mum, I ain't makin' supper (Whoosh)
I just drove into the town, gotta reload my runners (Shit then)
The whips got heated seats
Should've never put the coupe in sport (Sport), I'm like two times over the speed (I swear I saw that camera flash)

[Verse 2: Fredo]
I ain't makin' supper
My yougen got bagged with a pack of the work, nah, I ain't gonna pay my runner, but I been gettin' paid all summer
Last time they played with me more than one went A&E
Feds been followin' blatantly, but all I keep's a blade with me
And money for real
When I pulled up ****, got bloody for real
Bro hit me up, he had none in his steel, I topped up his mash, I covered his bill
Forty racks to come in the buildin' and we came from the hood, that's a wonderful feelin'
Locked in the shower, blood on the ceilin'
Govs run in the shower, I don't know gov, I was chillin'
I ain't got any plugs, I was stealin'
I'm the reason you can't put trust in the women, they see all this ice hittin' the lights and get stuck in their feelin'
If you callin' that water, it's buckets I'm drippin'
Twenty racks and a couple of minute, got me not even trustin' a nigga

[Chorus: Frosty]
Sorry, mum, I ain't makin' supper (Whoosh)
I just drove into the town, gotta reload my runners
The whips got heated seats (Seats)
Should've never put the coupe in sport, I'm like two times over the speed (I swear I saw that camera flash)
Sorry, mum, I ain't makin' supper (Whoosh)
I just drove into the town, gotta reload my runners (Shit then)
The whips got heated seats
Should've never put the coupe in sport (Sport), I'm like two times over the speed (I swear I saw that camera flash)