Babyfxce E – County Time

County Time Lyrics

[Intro]
(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?)

[Outro]
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

Babyfxce E – Humbly Venting Lyrics

Babyfxce E – Humbly Venting [ Lyrics ] Letra Babyfxce E Babyfxce E – Humbly Venting [ Lyrics ]
eah
Who the fuck is Big Drice?
What up, Drice?

Verse
I ain’t smoked a ‘Wood and it been all day
Yeah, that’s probably why I been cuttin’ into niggas
They use that shit against you, that’s why I don’t really vent to bitches
It’s one pocket full, it’s all blue, so it’s a fifty in it
Cup full of Trishy in it
Yop
Laptop bag, but I got a blicky in it
Unemployment checks, man, I know you niggas miss them bitches
Throw him a couple dollars, I’m finna humbly shit on niggas, yeah
Two years ago, y’all had it, now that shit is over
Stop hittin’ me up about that striker, I already sold it
How the fuck the song unreleased and y’all already know it?
You ain’t gotta tell me the bitch a leech, I’m already knowin’
I just wanna fuck the bitch
Yop
Ridin’ around Flint, tryna find a fuck to give
She like, “I don’t wanna wake them up,” I’m like, “Fuck them kids”
You should already know, so don’t ask what kinda truck I’m in
Dumb-ass nigga
I don’t got time to reload this bitch, I’m ridin’ with extended
I don’t wanna fly back tomorrow, told Tiny to extend it
I can’t even rap too long ‘cause my lil’ bitch be trippin’
I told the bitch I had it typed up, I just forgot to send it
Real gremlin, ridin’ ‘round with pistols, still got cases pending
Same skinny denims from yesterday, I’m really from the trenches
Switch put a nigga six feet, he should’ve kept his distance
You’ll know you finna catch a B ‘cause you’ll get the feeling
I’m surfing
I don’t got no job, but I been working
Yop
Two Wock cups got me swerving
Backwoods honey bourbon
Flyin’ in the Scat’ like it’s urgent
Bitch, I’m tryna fuck, I ain’t flirtin’
Hundred thousand, bitch, I’m worth it
Fuck a nigga bitch and leave him hurtin’
I ain’t even tell you she a squirter
Man, I did that shit on purpose
Blue jeans, but these bitches Purple
We’ll jump a nigga like a hurdle
Glocky on me like a girdle
Nigga, I ain’t finna play with niggas
Left thirty shots up on his block, that’s why the K was empty
Nigga, you’d lose your fucking top, you see what the label sent me
I already had my own knot, so I ain’t take a penny
Nigga, I was never broke
At all
Pass that bitch to me, nigga, I’ll never choke
I remember when I was a kid, I said I’d never smoke
Now I’m drivin’ back from Cali with like ten, eleven ‘bows
Nigga
Outro
It’s with an X, nigga
Fxce

Ayo, Drice

Run that shit back

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Babyfxce E – Rich Talking (feat. BabyTron) Lyrics

Babyfxce E – Rich Talking (feat. BabyTron) [ Lyrics ] Letra Babyfxce E Intro
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
(If you ain’t got a beat from Bam, you don’t drop enough)

Verse 1: BabyTron
I ain’t askin’ you to tip your hat (Nope)
We got every weight class, come and pick your match (Come on)
Bitch got an attitude, like hold on, fix your act
How the fuck is you a vintage pourer, never sipped no Act’?
You ain’t really into fast shit, you never drift no ‘Cat
We know that lil’ Charger, better go and tint your Scat
GRB enhancement in effect, I bet I get right back
O-double-S-L-T, on some shit like that
On some shit like that
GRB enhancement in effect, I bet I get right back
O-double-S-L-T, on some shit like that
On some shit like that, on some shit like that
Verse 2: Babyfxce E
Pull up in the ‘Cat, they like, “Damn, I want some shit like that”
Gave Saks Fifth five thousand so my ‘fit like that (Nigga)
I threw a switch on the Glock, that’s why it spit like that
He was bein’ a class clown on the ‘net, the chop dismissed his ass
Forgot the Glock up at the crib, I’m finna stick his ass
My nigga got more shit up out the pot than a Brillo pad
I got my shit and put it up, you would’ve spent your bag
I went to drop some shit for my bitch with her expensive ass

Verse 3: BabyTron
Better wear a helmet, cuddy hop out tryna temple tap
Lil’ brodie took the robber route, he tryna bezel snatch
Pull up in that Lam’ silent, masked up, Hannibal Lecter
Come and buy a 201 from us, we got scannable testers
I don’t do the most UPS’ing, I’m a casual catcher
L after L, now the letter after the annual total
Scam master, I can automatic or manual socials
Fuck me up sometimes up in the head like I’m actually global
Used to barely deuce, it fuck me up it’s a six in the soda
On my lone wolf, I buckle down and trip to Minnesota
Feelin’ like Lonzo on my bullshit
Dead guys in the fronto, I ain’t the ?

Verse 4: Babyfxce E
Draco hangin’ out the poncho, on my hood shit
Sellin’ red in Chicago on my Bull shit
This ain’t on half a movie scene, this a full clip
Nigga, real shit, yeah, come on
Just got another Scat, it’s a used one, though
Slide down the block by myself usin’ cruise control
Glock 21, bullets lookin’ like some Tootsie Rolls
I just got two offers 300K and I refused ‘em both, nigga
Ayy, who really wanna do it, though?
Shots came so fast at his ass, it confused lil’ bro, nigga
My streams a month look like computer codes
Drive T-Rex on somebody grass, lil’ nigga, we don’t use the roads
I got two Glocks, but I ain’t use ‘em both
My shit keep goin’ over they heads, man, I think I got a confusing flow
These niggas be boostin’ like they put me on
I done made more money in this rap shit than your student loans
Outro: BabyTron & Babyfxce E
Feelin’ like Lonzo on my bullshit
Dead guys in the fronto, I ain’t the ?
Draco hangin’ out the poncho, on my hood shit
Sellin’ red in Chicago on my Bull shit

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