Boldy James, Nicholas Craven - Town & Country lyrics

Yeah yeah blockworks
Fuck is we at with? Big Craven, 227
ConCreatures let's get it

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 ship 'em up quick as the coupe gear
A nigga lay a hand on baby man
We going nuclear
Gave 'em the art of rock climbing
Now that's a cliffhanger
Hogtied your bitch up for them
Blocks and them rectangles
Twas there a game before I
Ever had my shoes laced
Lеft my phones on the city just
So they can losе trace
Lost track of time shooting cee-lo
Me and cocaína in the jungle, yeah
I run with jackals and I know hyenas
Leaving 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 thous' a month
Was slapping in the country town
Outta that town and country
Thirty-three hundred a day
That's a hundred thous' a month
Was slapping in that country town
Outta that town and country what else?

It ain't no shortages
Put a brick up for adoption
This ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies
Shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow
This shit stronger than a quarter stick
Where we at with it? It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale
Scales and them scorpions
Let's get it, it ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house
It ain't no mortgages 227

This that Detroiter shit
Where we prey on the weak and
Pray for the less fortunate
Pistol fit perfect in my pants
Clip proportionate
Had to learn to start working my
Hand and quit forcing it
Stuff the drum in a violin
That's an orchestra brick of cane corso
We was trapping out that Corsica
Wrist-breaking records
Get 'em for the Shawty L-O
Down in Charlotte with the waters
Nigga ballin' like LaMelo
227 Creature Gang, Griselda Fashion Rebels
Spin that bass up so fast
DJ forgot to add the treble bet whatever
We gon' wet whoever that we catch together
Disney on ice the way I
Slide with this double-decker
Turn fifty to a hundred grams
I had to stutter step 'em
Popped up in your city with a
Half man and chubby checker
Where all the birds flock together
Come and pluck a feather
I swirl that A1 yola up
Until it's bubble letters, let's get it

It ain't no shortages
Put a brick up for adoption
This ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies
Shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow
This shit stronger than a quarter stick
Where we at with it? It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale
Scales and them scorpions
Let's get it, it ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house
It ain't no mortgages 227