In the Saloon (feat. HBG Seano)

"Bang, bang"
Geo Ha ha ha
In a saloon again sipping on sass
In the saloon again, in a, in a
In a saloon and I could use another drink
Bout to stop up at the bank
I'm the sheriff in this town, you know my name
Okay
In a saloon again
Sipping on sarsaparilla with drunken lunatics
Kinda smells like gas and vanilla
Skin match the boots I'm in
Hun, I run and gun like Attila
Not like that Cupid kid
Send shots at your heart meant to kill you
So will my hooligans
Bang, bang, bang
Half out in my revolver
Ain't counting the stain, stain, stains cause I know I fucking got em'
Everyone's like "Hay, hay, hay"
You farmers got a problem
Nothing else to say, say, say
Happy trails, I'll see you partners
Ha ha ha laugh to the bank
I ain't no jester
Did you hear that double negative
On purpose, yes sir
Bagged your bird, took her to the penthouse suite
Guess this won't be the Best Western
Her man a yellow belly, chicken shit, Chester's
Hop on my horse to ditch your whore she's too affectionate
Gold in my pockets that I copped when I got dressed again
I took her necklaces
That should cover checking in
Looks like the night's upon us
With the posse heckling
We down a whiskey bottle
None of us are new to this
Used to it
Drank another one each and we feel so ludicrous
Losing it
Moonshine got me luminous
Pussy boy start to think he humorous
Send a shot through his uterus
Up in the saloon again
In a saloon again
Sipping on sarsaparilla with drunken lunatics
Kinda smells like gas and vanilla
Skin match the boots I'm in
Hun, I run and gun like Attila
Not like that Cupid kid
Send shots at your heart meant to kill you
So will my hooligans
Bang, bang, bang
Half out in my revolver
Ain't counting the stain, stain, stains cause I know I fucking got em'
Everyone's like "Hay, hay, hay"
You farmers got a problem
Nothing else to say, say, say
Happy trails, I'll see you partners
In a saloon again
Whole section flooded with models
They let my tool get in
The chamber loaded with hollows
No sleepy tuning in
On point, die young, I don't wanna
No, we turning up like 2055
High than a bitch the party in the sky
Feel like I'm Ye through the wire
My goal is to lift and inspire
Bring the gas and energy we inspire
Heat keep rollin' out the stu like a dryer
I walk on the beat Michael Meyer
Tread shredded I will never retire
Neurosurgeon let me send a reminder
What I carry get to singin' Mariah
Ben & Jerry's if I scream they gone find ya
3 hoes counting paper look like a binder
I'm in the saloon with Geo that's my bro
Got my revolver tucked ready to go
If he make a move I fire CEO
I guess this town wasn't big enough for both
In a saloon again
Sipping on sarsaparilla with drunken lunatics
Kinda smells like gas and vanilla
Skin match the boots I'm in
Hun, I run and gun like Attila
Not like that Cupid kid
Send shots at your heart meant to kill you
So will my hooligans
Bang, bang, bang
Half out in my revolver
Ain't counting the stain, stain, stains cause I know I fucking got em'
Everyone's like "Hay, hay, hay"
You farmers got a problem
Nothing else to say, say, say
Happy trails, I'll see you partners