Lyrics:
(ahh)
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain meets Motor City pave' (yes)
Your nervous system still
BACK IN THE LONE STAR STATE
(CHORUS 1)
SHE HAD A SILK LACE SHIRT, KING RANCH PURSE, LUCCHESE BOOTS AND GOLDEN TAN RUBY RED LIPS, TORTILLA CHIPS,
can of chicken tuna
Out the trash can and zoom I
Headed straight back to the Neverland Ranch
With a peanut butter-jelly-chicken-tuna sandwich
And I
queen, sitting up in my king ranch
Bet you'd look good on a two lane back road
Bare feet on the dash, hand out the window
I want to ride all night,
glass
License so expired
I'm identified by all my tats
Creeker to the grave
Lock that mug and then go weld it shut
Bury me on Ghost Ranch with
My middle
Expensive linens, A rap career was the golden ticket
I could be Wayne or Hov, I may be, a little different
But I wanted there success, by any means Im finna
Little red caboose chug, chug, chug
Little red caboose chug, chug, chug
Little red caboose behind the train
Smoke stack on its
Back, back, back
Little red caboose chug, chug, chug
Little red caboose chug, chug, chug
Little red caboose behind the train
Smoke stack on its
Back, back, back
I was making my way out of Valentine after a score at the bank, so I stopped on by to
the ranch of a woman whose husband was in my debt
She was
red's
I run the f&f crew
Till my man chilly-chill come home and he back on deck
My garage keep a very fast car keep a classic gold chain wrapped around
the while he's wildin' out, money starts pilin' now
The next crew saw the flex and start red eye
Jealous of the way them niggas hustle,
Til he get a little
children
Ignored me
Shot two of them niggaz in broad day
One died turned a robbery into a homicide
He called back the next day like
[SixXx]
We had a little
Put the headphones back on, bruh
Nah
Cause every time I get in my mode
Stop, stop this, stop that
Yeah
So which one is it, bruh
Now may I proceed
is Red
Just like a perfect illusion I'm drawn to, Red
My blood is red
It was true
When I said I never felt like this before
Can we go back and live
know
My soul's a little dirty 'cause my boots are too clean
It's been too long since I've seen
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One life, one bar,
on the line, It's a crime, little man's flick
It's a big man's dick, on some big norse shit
Kick back this hat, and I chomp this bit
Throw back and blast all
No nine one one yeah
So bye bye bums
The reaper comes
To reign in the finite sum
You just might run
Red red it's all redrum
We all got guns
Red red
the girl's got my back
Hangs her halo by my Carhartt hat
I'ma raise a little hell, she's Heaven on Earth
The grace to my grit and the rain to my dirt
I'm
A wagon to tame
She's from a past life
But my future the same
Red solo cup
Bombay easing my brain
Greatest monarch
Never ending my reign
I won't die for
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
the money and the gold
And burn the wagon
Rush up John Wayne an' the one Levon
Him cavalry friend, we burst them one by one
Well hear wicked man say them
that
Hit the game warden smack dab
In his little gonads
I'm lit'r than a truck on fire, swervin'
Hotter than a distillery full of bourbon
Nice twenty-two
I don't really have words for this, it's more of a thought that I try to explain,
I did it all for you Russell, little red shelter god's name is
that checkmark! Are we cool?)
And I stayed out there for a little bit
I did some interviews and did some videos and stuff
And then I went back
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