Country boy freestyle Lyrics – Scrim

Read the full Country boy freestyle lyrics by Scrim from the album runaway along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Yeah, you know we bumping that motherfu*king northside
Northside killer, baby
(You did good, )
(It’s a smash)
(Lonely boy)
You know, some days I wake up wanting to blow my fu*king head off
Some days I wake up feeling like, ain’t naan motherfu*ker fu*king with me

[Chorus]
Yeah, b!tch, I ain’t with all the drama, I’m just tryna ball
Devil tryna tempt me, but he picked the wrong dog
Yeah, I’m ’bout the money, but the pu*sy, hell nah
I ain’t fu*king with these *** like I’m Rand Paul
Woke up, sun shining, it’s a good day in my hood
Pull up to the corner store to cop my daily goods
Codeine smell like candy, but this chronic smell like foot
Whitе skin cracker, but my heart is black as soot, uh

[Verse 1]
Hard to up my frequеncy ’cause suckers always testing
They don’t see the curse that come behind the fu*king blessings
Might change my name to Jacob the way me and God be wrestling
S*it hit different with a couple cribs to be depressed in
Northside problems got me popping pills in Destin
Telling my brothers ’bout the Lord in hopes they get in Heaven
‘Cause when it comes to me, I highly doubt that I’ll get let in
I’m the type to go to Hell and pop the devil with my weapon
Curving jezebels, them b!tches bad for your health, uh
What the fu*k is wealth if my dad can’t get well? Uh
I could never fail even if my plan was to fail, uh
Came up eating spam, now I got sand in my mail, uh
Never got it twisted, didn’t expect them to be happy for me
Big ass truck up in the city, you know I can’t help it, I’m too damn country
My swag so dummy, make a black man wanna be a honky
I’m high as a junkie on a Monday
On a Tuesday, on a Wednesday

On a Thursday, on a Friday
On a Saturday, on a Sunday
Type to crash out on a one way
I be taking off with no run way
I’m the unc’ they wanna be someday
I’m clutch, I only need one play
Fu*k do you know ’bout the trenches?
I ain’t hearing no boy from the benches
I can change your whole life with a mention
Locked into another dimension
So five to the zero to the four like a Benson

[Interlude]
Uh, giddy up
You know what the fu*k it is
Giddy up, what

[Verse 2]
Yeah, seven-hundred horses, TRX sound like the fairgrounds
They ain’t ’bout a fu*king thing, ain’t even worth a stare down
Doing what I do so my b!tch can keep her hair down
If they knew what I did, fu*k the jail, I’d be chair bound
Yeah, caddy with the windows up
I been counting money while my b!tch beside me rolling blunts
The fu*ks ten-thousand hours? Got two-hundred months
Ain’t nobody fu*king with me, like I went and become a nun

[Interlude]
Yeah, he’s on, b!tch
This that tune for you motherfu*king hoes

[Chorus]
Yeah, b!tch, I ain’t with all the drama, I’m just tryna ball
Devil tryna tempt me, but he picked the wrong dog
Yeah, I’m ’bout the money, but the pu*sy, hell nah
I ain’t fu*king with these **** like I’m Rand Paul
Woke up, sun shining, it’s a good day in my hood
Pull up to the corner store to cop my daily goods
Codeine smell like candy, but this chronic smell like foot
White skin cracker, but my heart is black as soot, uh

[Outro]
Scott, it’s **]
Hey, you were, uh, talking, uh, last night
About, uh, struggling with your faith
Give me a call, I wanna tell you about Romans 10:17