The Generals Corner (Country Dons) Pt.2 - Country Dons Lyrics

[Rokky:]

I know these niggas are stuntin'

And they ain't got money for war, so I ain't worried bout nuttin

I ain't wifin' a hoe but I'm pipin' her tho, lemme keep it one hundred

I feel the enemies comin', I sleep with my Russian and get to the bussin'

When I get to the bussin-

Creep round, do it bait in public

Scar on his face, like hold up wait - this pussy ain't tryna get justice

The gal call me up just to uck this, fuck this I can't show her where my mum lives

All my bros wanna do is just dump it, dump it, hit him in his back watch him frontflip

Let it blow on the opps leave holes like a crumpet

She blow me like a trumpet

And she a ten/ten no frontin', she bout to feel it right in her stomach

Since I'm rapping, the gal are on it

She want slop it, and I love it

Brand new dots I'll cop it, I won't chop it when I buss it

They do it for snap they gon' die for some clout, splash total wipeout

Ask the opps there's no easy way out

Tell the thots when I bust "I ain't eatin ' you out"

Funny how they're seein' me now, I just jeet-jeet then I'm skeetin' right out

They used to try leaving me out and now they want a bring-in are you fuckin' around? Ayo are you fuckin' about?

I know these niggas are stuntin'

And they ain't got money for war, so I ain't worried bout nuttin

I ain't wifin' a hoe but I'm pipin' her tho, lemme keep it one hundred

I feel the enemies comin', I sleep with my Russian and get to the bussin'

When I get to the bussin-

[Maroc:]

Pull up, pull up, hop out the whip then beat it

Love I don't need it

I just jeet then skeet, I beat that once then I'm leavin'

I'm the humble one but I'll get round there if they give man a reason

I can't switch on my team that's treason

Had to tell my bro if it's beef then fill up the sweets, we schemin'

It's the trap you belive in, the pack come morning, gone by the evenin'

I don't see these dons, they hide when we seekin'

And if I eat then the whole teams eatin'

She wanna talk about cuff man, shit they're mad

She must be dreamin'

That's dirty sprite in my hand in my cup, I'm lean - leaning

M-Way trips, that's gallons of petrol

It's a bag when we step with these buss down bezels

Hundred K just on kettles

And we started with footwork, now it's pub work my jigga that's different levels

We got four litres that's German whips on the road, no need for the rentals

Dem boy weak, come snap like pencils

[Rokky:]

I know these niggas are stuntin'

And they ain't got money for war, so I ain't worried bout nuttin

I ain't wifin' a hoe but I'm pipin' her tho, lemme keep it one hundred

I feel the enemies comin', I sleep with my Russian and get to the bussin'

When I get to the bussin-

[Blaze:]

They wanna know where we been

Done told you if the music don't work I'm out here servin' to fiends

The opps don't trap, they're a bunch of thieves

Life's changing, can't even relax

I'm watched by feds, opps talk gas

When we get points on them they snitch, now I got feds at my gaff

But true say, it's taking off

If a opp touches me I'm baking em off

Burberry drip right down to my socks

Yo come get dish, your girl is the tops

She loves that I'm wreckless, wake her in the morning like "here's your breakfast"

We're still independet, VVS stones all up in my pendant

I just want meals and a house in Venice, big man don't get jealous

Or I might take your precious, I'm a menace, Mum should'a named me Dennis

Servin' shots but I don't play tennis

Reload lookin' like Mount Everest

Yard's like a fort can't get in my premises

Put my dargies on the "world's most fed" list