County Time Lyrics
(It’s a Wayne beat)
Ayy, I ain’t even tell you I went to jail the other day
On some bullshit, though, like
It’s really my fault ‘cause I really could’ve just took off on they ass
But I’m like, nah, I ain’t gon’ do that, you feel me?
I ain’t gon’ take off on they ass, they just gon’ be on my ass tomorrow
Jay just got out of jail and shit
I’m in a legal dudes
I’m like fuck it, they ain’t finna search this bitch anyway (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
[Verse]
So I’m on my way to the ‘yo
No, matter fact, was goin’ to Jay crib ‘cause we was finna smoke
And y’all know I keep a pole on me everywhere I go
The MOS 43X, man, that bitch was cold (Damn)
So we thought we was finna smoke, but I ain’t had nothin’ to roll (Uh-huh)
I told him I ain’t had no ‘Woods, let’s pull up to the store
I’m in that wide-body bitch, I ain’t drivin’ slow
Swear to God, if they ain’t see my plate, it would’ve been adiós
So I’m walkin’ to the door, the boys drivin’ slow
I’m hesitatin’ ‘cause I’m already knowin’ I’m not supposed to have my pole (They was playin’)
The state boys, you already knowin’ what they ass be on (On God)
But they ain’t pull up in the store, so I’m like, “Okay, for sure”
Got in the whip, asked Jay where they go, he said, “I don’t know”
Police scanner beepin’ like a bitch, so they still close (For real?)
I don’t know where they ass was hidin’ and I still don’t
Pull out the store and they was right behind me (Damn)
And that Glock 43, it was right beside me
Bent the corner, should’ve tossed it out, bro, I had perfect timin’ (Why you didn’t?)
They ain’t hit they lights yet, they was just behind me
And Jay crib was down the street, so I just kept on drivin’
They hit they lights, Glock was in my drawers, y’all gon’ think I’m lyin’ (On God)
Came to my window for credentials, I couldn’t even find ‘em
He said, “Where you to?” I said, “The stu’,” then he started eyein’ (Then what?)
He said, “Oh, you Babyfxce E”
Oh, you be on SayCheese
You the one that stay P, you the one that take keys
You the one that ride around with choppers that be eight feet
You the one that turn up the block and take the whole street
These girls had a bottle in my car and I ain’t peep (Damn)
It was in the passenger, they seen that shit right by Jay feet (Fuck)
They can search the car after that, it’s a PC (What’s that?)
Probable cause, nigga, if you ain’t know what the fuck that mean (Oh)
At this point, I’m ‘noid than a bitch, I admit
I got sweats on, tryna hide the blick
But I’m still in my head like, “They ain’t findin’ shit”
‘Cause it’s not the first time that I had to hide my stick
But them pussy niggas found that shit
Told Jay take the whip, I’ma do this lil’ time and shit
Might make me do a forty-eight or some kind of shit
Only had to do a fuckin’ day ‘cause I bonded, bitch (Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?)
Yeah
Nigga, on God, nigga, niggas know what’s up
And had to spend ten to get out that bitch (Better ask about it)
Nigga, they let me out three hours later, fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?
Nigga, I seen the judge at 6 o’clock
Nigga said
They said they ain’t, nobody ever see the judge at 6 o’clock, nigga, you know some people