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