Country Boy Songtext

When you rich, you become a target

But these bullets came from Academy
Remember ballin', playin' 21 with my savages
I couldn't find no Percocets, I had to pop a Addy
If it's smoke, we gon' address it, drop the addy
Put it in the bank so goddamn long, I forgot I had it
Caught an opp lackin' in traffic, he was in a Caddy
I don't really like to talk, I'd rather put it on the microphone
If my nigga get a bond like Barry, I'ma make sure that he comin' home
I'm paid, paid, paid
I had to make a way
A bunch of chains on me
A bunch had changed on me

Country boy, them young bulls tote guitars
Make sure my life enjoyed, I know I got a bunch of problems
Country boy, his whole life is full of dirt roads
Country boy, F150s and Durangos
Skrrt, zoom Skrrt, boom
All them cars got extra horses
When you rich, you become a target

I was trappin', then became an artist
Don't judge me, you better know
If you bring your friends, you sharin' those
Pickup truck, busted windows
Double R, dusted windows
They copy my flow like 10-4
Out in Cali smokin' indo
They in the pen, so I buy pencils
Won't you let me know?
It ain't the same, and I can vouch for that
Bullshit rappers wasn't talkin' pain, I brought the real back
Put like four grams in the 'Wood, that's a real back
Fell in love with dually trucks and Hellcats

Country boy, them young bulls tote guitars
Make sure my life enjoyed, I know I got a bunch of problems
Country boy, his whole life is full of dirt roads
Country boy, F150s and Durangos
Skrrt, zoom
Skrrt, boom
All them cars got extra horses
When you rich, you become a target

Fell in love with dually trucks and Hellcats
Country boy