Country Freestyle
Yo
Don't run man down with the shivs or a pumpy
Come bun grams in the sticks in the country
Judge me cuss me calm I'm comfy
Humble yourself you numpty
You ain't really got a lot going
Down shit creek no paddle no rowing
And you don't even know a lot about what a got
Just know that the doe keeps growing
Just know that money coming lully
Why you coming at a bruddah baby mumma looking bummy
Ain't nuttin' funny 'bout the way you treat ya honey
If another bruddah comes she'll be ducking in a hurry
Check she'll be going in an instant
Threatening man with not knowing the infant
Get sorting your life it's important to try
'Cause the future it ain't too distant
Now Tommy's in a mess he'll figure it out
He's looking for ways that'll give him an out
Contemplating robbing up phones
But I can't condone, that ain't what I'm about
You gotta be making your pay
In a way that ain't people's shit being taken away
Leaving the violence silence a man no guns
Just bars when I spray
No shooting clips and lootings
More zoots 'n chicks 'n movements
More time got gally on the line and they're starting to whine
'Cause I didn't wanna choose 'em
Got more than enough with my morning skug
Sorting the bits no stalks in the buds
Got shorty stalking and talking for love
She's calling for me I ain't calling her up
Got no time, not flava flave
Not helping me float when I'm waved for days
Overwhelmed put pain on the page
O's of the dank chug haze when I blaze
Yeh you think it's dumb
But we hit this bun then we get shit done
You get quick spun undone
If you mention a man when you try spit pun
Don't get me wrong
No badboy, hit bongs write songs get monged
But at the sound of the gong head strong
Get chonged then we go get wong
You're Sat in the coupe bag in the boot
Dip whips with the blues and the twos on
I'm Wrapping the fruit packing a zoot
Slim kings its blues that I toot on
Nights on the street that's not me
I'm just nice on a beat
Try to repeat your fighting defeat
Got the scene in hand and I'm hyped for the feats
Can't look back four words for the neeks
Don't give a fuck, don't lose no sleep
Woke in a rush then a few more z's
I know I got things locked with two more keys
Too smooth how I move through genres
Don't cut man but they fade like barbers
It's a cut throat world I'm making my meals
But I'm hungry for afters
Stop starters, none hearters
I'm parting with them man trust me regardless
Yeh, I don't need that fuckery around me
I'm moving heartless
I ain't ever been keen on team of mates
Full of fakes and snakes that are scheming
And nah, not catching the man scheming against me
That's not what I'm meaning
I'm talking snaking anyone
Snakes shed skin but the patterns the same
Breaking the habit is never an action
Turn your back and they're stabbing a mate
Fuck that I'm protecting my energy
I know what I got and I know where I gotta be
This settings peak its getting me weak
These neeks they ain't got a remedy
Nah they're stuck with diseases
Leaves and he's keen to be thieving for pieces
Never give a fuck about fees or trauma
Snaking a mate and take what he pleases but
I ain't here for chatting bout slapping
Or strapping and clapping on breh
You got doughnuts there nah you ain't on scares
Make money off an o and then it's gone on Moncler
But then over there you got a broken chair
Cash in hand like you got no care
Whack a rack on jeans you're a hopeless breh
Got no bed in your yard and your floors are bare
Don't run man down with the shivs or a pumpy
Come bun grams in the sticks in the country
Judge me cuss me calm I'm comfy
Humble yourself you numpty
You ain't really got a lot going
Down shit creek no paddle no rowing
And you don't even know a lot about what a got
Just know that the doe keeps growing
Just know that money coming lully
Why you coming at a bruddah baby mumma looking bummy
Ain't nuttin' funny 'bout the way you treat ya honey
If another bruddah comes she'll be ducking in a hurry
Check she'll be going in an instant
Threatening man with not knowing the infant
Get sorting your life it's important to try
'Cause the future it ain't too distant
Now Tommy's in a mess he'll figure it out
He's looking for ways that'll give him an out
Contemplating robbing up phones
But I can't condone, that ain't what I'm about
You gotta be making your pay
In a way that ain't people's shit being taken away
Leaving the violence silence a man no guns
Just bars when I spray
No shooting clips and lootings
More zoots 'n chicks 'n movements
More time got gally on the line and they're starting to whine
'Cause I didn't wanna choose 'em
Got more than enough with my morning skug
Sorting the bits no stalks in the buds
Got shorty stalking and talking for love
She's calling for me I ain't calling her up
Got no time, not flava flave
Not helping me float when I'm waved for days
Overwhelmed put pain on the page
O's of the dank chug haze when I blaze
Yeh you think it's dumb
But we hit this bun then we get shit done
You get quick spun undone
If you mention a man when you try spit pun
Don't get me wrong
No badboy, hit bongs write songs get monged
But at the sound of the gong head strong
Get chonged then we go get wong
You're Sat in the coupe bag in the boot
Dip whips with the blues and the twos on
I'm Wrapping the fruit packing a zoot
Slim kings its blues that I toot on
Nights on the street that's not me
I'm just nice on a beat
Try to repeat your fighting defeat
Got the scene in hand and I'm hyped for the feats
Can't look back four words for the neeks
Don't give a fuck, don't lose no sleep
Woke in a rush then a few more z's
I know I got things locked with two more keys
Too smooth how I move through genres
Don't cut man but they fade like barbers
It's a cut throat world I'm making my meals
But I'm hungry for afters
Stop starters, none hearters
I'm parting with them man trust me regardless
Yeh, I don't need that fuckery around me
I'm moving heartless
I ain't ever been keen on team of mates
Full of fakes and snakes that are scheming
And nah, not catching the man scheming against me
That's not what I'm meaning
I'm talking snaking anyone
Snakes shed skin but the patterns the same
Breaking the habit is never an action
Turn your back and they're stabbing a mate
Fuck that I'm protecting my energy
I know what I got and I know where I gotta be
This settings peak its getting me weak
These neeks they ain't got a remedy
Nah they're stuck with diseases
Leaves and he's keen to be thieving for pieces
Never give a fuck about fees or trauma
Snaking a mate and take what he pleases but
I ain't here for chatting bout slapping
Or strapping and clapping on breh
You got doughnuts there nah you ain't on scares
Make money off an o and then it's gone on Moncler
But then over there you got a broken chair
Cash in hand like you got no care
Whack a rack on jeans you're a hopeless breh
Got no bed in your yard and your floors are bare
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Writer(s): Jamie Hughes
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