The Ranch

(album: Why - 2020)

[Craig Xen:]
Oh that beat fucking smacking, I told him get out back goddamnit
I said get that motherfucker off my land
I'll hit him with this buckshot make his brains spread
Send sick 'em sick the fucking rottweilers out
Get off my lawn boy, I'm on yo ass boy
Take that city shit elsewhere

Aye, poor mix matching camo give a fuck about designer
Off in the woods four wheeler whipping
Honestly I could give a fuck what the world mixed up with
Chaos and destruction stay inside the city with that fuck shit
Country money, acres and catfish inside my lake shit
Step on my property that buckshot make 'em shapeshift
No you never welcome on my ranch
If you ain't my fam then I don't give a damn nigga, yeah nigga
Bitch

[Wavy Jone$:]
Mothafucka' foreign, I'm pull up on Kawasaki
Ducked off in the forest, my mouth look like some hockey
She said that she love me, she said that I'm cocky
Real tree camo mix match like a swamp meet
I don't want no bitches I rather go start a family
Buy a couple acres, you praying that God for sanity
For fuck the government, fuck the devil, the reaper plotting me
But I don't give a fuck 'bout no feelings just keep up off me bitch