Pistol in my holster, it be looking like a drop-top When I pull it back, then you know it's finna bust shots 6 in the chamber, hit your brain, go & get cropped If you ain't with gang, wild west, go and get lost Feeling like a cowboy, I ride horses Got a rari' out back, right by the porches I just copped a mustang, the real thing I just copped a new chain, from Johnny Dang Turn your city to a ghost town, got no sound Turn your bitch into my new queen now she got a crown Moving on my own, a real ranger, you not around Lasso, she wanna tie the rope just to hold me down Whoa whoa, it's been lawless Spurs on the back of my all black forces Dropping bars like buckets in the well, I got all drip Bounty on my head, they want me dead, what it's costing Horse drawn, two pistols on me, its Billy buckshots Sarsaparilla and vanilla dutches, now im on top Take three paces and face it, you might just lose your top Crazy cause I'm still alive, I know that I never lost Boom, boom, boom Walker, Texas Ranger when I'm in the room Clearing the spittoon, send the sheriff right up to his doom AK, Augie, Merci in the pub, I walked in with my goons Iron on my hip, you know we airing shit this afternoon Ou, walked in with my stallion Took the badge up off his chest, this shit is my medallion And it's wrangler on my jeans, no this shit is not Calvin I'm sipping whiskey by barrel, this not by the gallon