Yeah, 30 30 on me, red dead
Cowboy shooting at these opps, 'till the dirt red
I don't give a fuck about no bitch and what the fuck she said
Line 'em up and chop 'em down and give me all the fuckin' bread
30 30 on me, red dead
Cowboy shooting at these opps, 'till the dirt red
I don't give a fuck about no bitch and what the fuck she said
Line 'em up and chop 'em down and give me all the fuckin' bread
SKS with the scope, took the whole gang
Bitch I might pop out of my choppa', about that whole grain
Whip out my fuckin' dick and bustin' up on her whole face
My mind is a lil' cloudy while fuckin' on her damn waist
I like bitches with cuts on their wrist
Dead roses and black lipstick
Eyes wind back and tats on her tits
She likes switchblades and blood when it drips
Pull up, hop out the whip with my bitch
Thirteen hundred the gliss' on my wrist
Please don't run boy, 'cause shit I don't miss
Ass so fat, she drained all my kids (YEEHAW!)
Yeah, 30 30 on me, red dead
Cowboy shooting at these opps, 'till the dirt red
I don't give a fuck about no bitch and what the fuck she said
Line 'em up and chop 'em down and give me all the fuckin' bread
(Yeah) 30 30 on me, red dead
Cowboy shooting at these opps, 'till the dirt red
I don't give a fuck about no bitch and what the fuck she said
Line 'em up and chop 'em down and give me all the fuckin' bread
Yeah, 30 30 on me, red dead
Cowboy shooting at these opps, 'till the dirt red
I don't give a fuck about no bitch and what the fuck she said
Line 'em up and chop 'em down and give me all the fuckin' bread
(Yeah) 30 30 on me, red dead
Cowboy shooting at these opps, 'till the dirt red
I don't give a fuck about no bitch and what the fuck she said
Line 'em up and chop 'em down and give me all the fuckin' bread