Concrete Cowboy
Y'all know what the fuck we on nigga
I ain't gotta say too much nigga
You know we on the road
Grab the chopper, let it blow blow
Forget a Mercedes, the only thing I've ever needed was saddles
No need for new transportation
I'd rather travel round' town on a mammal
No I'm not talking bout' ravens
The hooches love it when I slap on a flannel
If the hooches see me then they going bananas
Now they chasing me all through the savanna
Louis V monogram on my bandanna
Yeehaw
What ya bout' boy
Reaching different heights, no cloud boy
Posted outside, no house boy
No i'm not house boy, you know i'm a south boy
2 revolvers in my waist band
Call me the new cowboy
(What else?)
You'll see me around
With a one-toed hairy creature, creeping, I got my hand on my heater
Lookin' for a little rascal, ain't no running, if he run Imma beat him
Pull up on him while I bring out a lead
Tie em' up, listen to the way he pleads
Fuck up yo piece like I'm Adam & Eve
Pick the apple off the tree
Sipping Jack Daniels all day got me over here falling asleep
Don't mind the physique
Cause' I still got the power to go put a nigga to sleep
(What else?)
Yea
(No, No, No)
Forget a Mercedes, the only thing I've ever needed was saddles
No need for new transportation
I'd rather travel round' town on a mammal
No I'm not talking bout' ravens
The hooches love it when I slap on a flannel
If the hooches see me then they going bananas
Now they chasing me all through the savanna
Louis V monogram on my bandanna
Yeehaw
What ya bout' boy
Reaching different heights, no cloud boy
Posted outside, no house boy
No i'm not house boy, you know i'm a south boy
2 revolvers in my waist band
Call me the new cowboy
Forget a Mercedes, the only thing I've ever needed was saddles
No need for new transportation
I'd rather travel round' town on a mammal
(Uh huh)
No I'm not talking bout' ravens
The hooches love it when I slap on a flannel
If the hooches see me then they going bananas
Now they chasing me all through the savanna
Louis V monogram on my bandanna
Yeehaw
What ya bout' boy
Reaching different heights, no cloud boy
Posted outside, no house boy
No i'm not house boy, you know i'm a south boy
2 revolvers in my waist band
Call me the new cowboy
I ain't gotta say too much nigga
You know we on the road
Grab the chopper, let it blow blow
Forget a Mercedes, the only thing I've ever needed was saddles
No need for new transportation
I'd rather travel round' town on a mammal
No I'm not talking bout' ravens
The hooches love it when I slap on a flannel
If the hooches see me then they going bananas
Now they chasing me all through the savanna
Louis V monogram on my bandanna
Yeehaw
What ya bout' boy
Reaching different heights, no cloud boy
Posted outside, no house boy
No i'm not house boy, you know i'm a south boy
2 revolvers in my waist band
Call me the new cowboy
(What else?)
You'll see me around
With a one-toed hairy creature, creeping, I got my hand on my heater
Lookin' for a little rascal, ain't no running, if he run Imma beat him
Pull up on him while I bring out a lead
Tie em' up, listen to the way he pleads
Fuck up yo piece like I'm Adam & Eve
Pick the apple off the tree
Sipping Jack Daniels all day got me over here falling asleep
Don't mind the physique
Cause' I still got the power to go put a nigga to sleep
(What else?)
Yea
(No, No, No)
Forget a Mercedes, the only thing I've ever needed was saddles
No need for new transportation
I'd rather travel round' town on a mammal
No I'm not talking bout' ravens
The hooches love it when I slap on a flannel
If the hooches see me then they going bananas
Now they chasing me all through the savanna
Louis V monogram on my bandanna
Yeehaw
What ya bout' boy
Reaching different heights, no cloud boy
Posted outside, no house boy
No i'm not house boy, you know i'm a south boy
2 revolvers in my waist band
Call me the new cowboy
Forget a Mercedes, the only thing I've ever needed was saddles
No need for new transportation
I'd rather travel round' town on a mammal
(Uh huh)
No I'm not talking bout' ravens
The hooches love it when I slap on a flannel
If the hooches see me then they going bananas
Now they chasing me all through the savanna
Louis V monogram on my bandanna
Yeehaw
What ya bout' boy
Reaching different heights, no cloud boy
Posted outside, no house boy
No i'm not house boy, you know i'm a south boy
2 revolvers in my waist band
Call me the new cowboy
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Writer(s): Lijah
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