A Proper Shootout Lyrics

What is that?

What do you think, poof?

It's a fucking tool

No, it's not. It's a fucking rolling pin.

Who are you, Fanny Cradock?

What are you gonna do with that?

You gonna bake me a cake?

You gonna sing me a song, watch me blow out me fucking candles?

I come here for a fucking shootout, right?

A proper shootout with some proper men

Like Colonel Custer and Geronimo

Have you ever heard of 'em? No

A shootout, right, is a fucking shootout

Open up, up, up

Don't be scared

Just open up, up, up

Don't be scared

Open up, up, up

Don't be scared

Just open up, up, up

Don't be scared

I come in hot when the bass is nigh

I'm on top, got to face it, high

Girl in lace, posted by my side

Come and check my files

I'm the new-wave Bruce Wayne

I can't lie, I'm the truth

I line 'em up in the booth

Richard Mille with a two-piece suit

I got a light, got a J, get me on my way

I say ole, imma go all day

Imma come in with a bit of bass, man out my mind

Biddie got a little face, big on the sides

Won't chastise, with the man I lie

Bro, it's Aotearoa till the day I die

Got the boost, LAX on the juice

Clean up nice, Louis on my suit

Nah, she got not caboose, get the boot like Marten

And we can get it on, got the groove like Marvin

Open up, up, up

Don't be scared

Just open up, up, up

Don't be scared

Well, I look very dapper

Very dapper now, don't I?

Don't touch this car

I piss on the mother fucker

I aint gon' touch it, I piss on it

Why you got to say nasty shit, Ray?

Cause I'm a nasty mother fucker