HOLSTER ft. WYXTT Lyrics

Keep my bitch strapped just like my holster

Drink a forty turn him to a ghost

Talk all that smoke boy, I'll get you smoked boy

Like a blunt and you're getting rolled

I'm in that place yeah

Two beers, two straps, two K's yeah

Getting that face yeah

Hit the sheriff then hop on a train yeah

I'm living stupid, reckless

Bad bitch naked, bad bitch taken

Don't care where I play it

Pop 'em, drop 'em, I got no case

Two big watches, I still come in late

You hear what I say, you better not play

Come in with the boys and we'll ruin your day

Hit the saloon hit you broad day

We smoke grass we'll turn you to hay

Riding round town with a 45

Pussy on my mind keep me alive

Full clip hit him with a five

Then the clip hit him with a motherfucking nine

Toting on a strap, yeah I'm finna break her back

30 on my hip and I let it attack

Rounds, rounds, 100 fucking rounds

Ripping on the track and I'm smoking on the pack

And I kill me a jack, and I made it right back

That indeed is a quick fucking rack

Chopper on my back, let that bitch clap

Bullets are flying, cowboys are dying

On my horse, I be riding

My wife I be tying, mistress I'm lying

Bitch I'm a stallion, I ain't even trying

Keep my bitch strapped just like my holster

Drink a forty turn him to a ghost

Talk all that smoke boy, I'll get you smoked boy

Like a blunt and you're getting rolled

I'm in that place yeah

Two beers, two straps, two K's yeah

Getting that face yeah

Hit the sheriff then hop on a train yeah