All These Counties Video (MV)

Yo bitches big Bouty don't know how to act wild like a crocodile snap
Rip a bible in half that right bitch crazy hot blaze the spot
Seen more hard times pass by than a lazy cop, with a donut
Sho nuff if you challenge progress go to Neverland yo ass aint grown up
Communicable comes at you from every angle and I communicate with cables
While disintegrate the tables and I leave these technics on these wrecked streets
And the steeze of my vexed speech will have you pleased when I infect beats
I make your body go - audio
You smoke that Bobbi Brown, I smoke wasabi dro
Come on, you gotta know, I have a hobby, though
With robbin' you my Mom and Papa stores, I pop some more, rockets off the floor, ricochets and metaphors
Send your clique away to heavens door
Martella blows, more snow white than the 7 dwarves
That's my dog, confront front him then I cut off your head with 11 swords
I know all my true friends and I don't think we met before
I'll send you to a land of foreign man, no utensils
Just a ginsu to hunt for food and maybe sharpen up the pencil
When it's official, grab your crew, get your attitude and all yo' insults
F*ck a pistol, I'll jab a move and I have to include, I'm schitzo
The magnitude of the blast kaboom, will leave you f*ckin' crippled
Splits you, rip you in half like I'm a motherf*ckin' pitfall
Yeah, I do it on the regular and I contact my treasure on my cellular
All this Blow gotta measure up, I'm leather tough you feathers soft
If you never bluff, you better off
If you ever run, you better get lost
And every rap is you, it's a holocaust
Who's that? It's Big Bouty
Once you get smacked, say my name, with out me
Just kidding and scream that shit loud and proudly
Right now, repine seminole county
What? Who? Who's that? It's Big Bouty
You get smacked, say my name, with out me
Just kidding and scream that shit proud and loudly
Forever and always reppin' L.A. County, South County
New Orleans Parrish, Hamilton County, Palm Beach County
Yo' boy Boutyy don't give a f*ck about boundaries
Those are my places where once you found me
Chillin' doin' laundry without detergent
Cause life was so dirty, it wasn't even worth it
Shirt's gettin' musty as soon as you think it's perfect
It hurts if you trust me, you still believe in churches
Yeah, I believe in God, but not the places that we worship
Well i do, but you gotta get it everywhere's where our turf is
So I can lay down on the ground right now and ask y'all why I'm hurtin'
And if I don't get an answer, f*ck it, I guess I'm not deservin'
On to the next topic, the best gonna got it
Crops in the tropics, chopped with some objects, locked in my closet
You know how I got it. Strawberry mixed with lots of chocolate
Cops and robbers got it poppin' with a shot of vodka
Hip-hop's a lot of nonsense in this modern market
Try to go with it and grow with it, till my bank account is foamin'
Walk around town like I'm a stoned villain'
Prone to own victims, have they wound sewn up
Just to have they bones ripped from the cuts
Just enough stuff until the clone kicks in
And now he's my slave, power to the grave
Scalpel with the AIDS backhand, you need powder on your face
And my powder leaves your girl like she's hoppin' out of space
Service her whole squad, no longer than a half hour wait
And it ain't that long considerin' the things that she does
She likes to taste it slow, now that she's drinkin' blood
She choppin' her own flesh while I'm suckin' on her chest
Puffin' on the best, cause I'm comin' from the west, homie
Who's that? It's Big Bouty
Once you get smacked, say my name without me
Just kidding scream that shit loud and proudly
Right now, dawg, reppin' Seminole County
Who's that? It's Big Bouty
Once you get smacked, say my name without me
Just kidding scream that shit proud and loudly
Forever and always reppin' L.A. County
South County
New Orleans Parish
Hamilton County
Palm Beach County
Your boy, Bouty, don't give a f*ck about boundaries
Those are my places
Where was you found me
Try to get around me
I got a waistline to make sure that ain't flyin' when
Flip came home sweating, I knew some paint's dryin'
And every time a saint dies, I look up and I ask why
I really don't care though, man
I'm just tryin' to pass time like a clock that's been
Thrown with your twin or a Glock you loaned to your friend
It's on once again
Betrayal and mayo don't blend
When circumstances turn fatal, then God, you praise him
That won't cleanse
There ain't no excuses in the world of improvement
Consequences, conclusions about the choices you're choosing
The voices we using need to use a different pitch
Cause every time I'm losing, feeling insignificant
Who no longer gives a shit
I do
That's why I still care, motherf*ckers
Man, that's Sinix on the beat, bitches
That's Bouty on the lyrics, motherf*ckers
Who, who, who's back
Who's that
Who's back
Drew's back
Big Bouty
Once you get smacked, say my name without me
Just kidding scream that shit loud and proudly
Right now, dog
Up in Seminole County
What, what, who, who, who's that
It's Big Bouty
Once you get smacked, say my name without me
Just get and scream that shit proud and loudly
Forever and always reppin' L.A. County
South County
New Orleans Parish
Hamilton County
Palm Beach County
Your boy Bouty don't give a f*ck about boundaries
Those are my places
Where once you found me