High Noon

Tryna knock me off my feet, still standing

With more money than I came with (hot damn)

Took a loss, but I'm still a gambling man

Bettin' all the chips that I got left (I'm all in)

Didn't talk to the law, it's a damn good way

Spend another 40K on my wrist (top that)

Aw, hell nah, I don't need another shot

'Cause I'm already feeling this fifth

At the crossroads, the devil I know

Tell him he can get it back in blood

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Everything we do, we do it loud

Everywhere we go, we bring a crowd

When we at the bar, tell 'em bring another round

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Someone call Jack, bring him out

If it ain't a hundred proof, then pour it out

Meet me at the bar, guaranteed we tear it down

Hittin' crossroads, slamming Rolls Royce doors

Countin' ten million off shows, spend a hundred thou' on clothes

I got bad hoes, they got pretty pink toes

Better put that mink on, put some diamonds in her gold

Five hundred on my wrist, goddamn, a nigga lit

Copped a 'Rari truck, sent it back and added a kit

My folks from the country and ain't have a pot to piss

Young Gunna went country with Shaboozey in this bitch

At the crossroads, the devil I know

Said let's make a deal, but I don't take loans

To the folks I wronged that'll never let go

And tell 'em they can get it back in blood

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Everything we do, we do it loud

Everywhere we go, we bring a crowd

When we at the bar, tell 'em bring another round

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Someone call Jack, bring him out

If it ain't a hundred proof, then pour it out

Meet me at the bar, guaranteed we tear it down