Saloon ft. Chris Smiley Lyrics

I don't give a fuck, bitch, yeah, I'm on that barrel aged

I can barely function, I be on that fuck shit

Fuck a swish, I'm dunkin' Donuts got me spinnin' like a hurricane

You ain't got no soul, just a motherfuckin' vertebrae

Always got my faults, but I'll give this fuckin' Earth a quake

Stompin' in this bitch, I get on stage and make the curtains raise

Cause raisin' out the dirt, I'm just a flower and I broke the vase

Takin' off my shirt, I got the power just to motivate

You can call it confidence, I'm cocky, rub it in your face

It's confidential when I mop this shit up with your own disgrace

And you ain't got no shit on me, know I gotta hold the weight

Not even a misdemeanor, yeah, I got the record straight

Poppin' off this Friday, possibility, I procreate

I just pray to God, a lot on my plate, got no fuckin' faith

Butterface, drunken rage, I just got a tummy ache

Another phase, why you fake Potassium Acesulfame

It's not really my thing, got a twang, just respect my lane

Yeah, you pretty sweet, on my tongue, you went and left a taste

I just got a game, broke it down, and then I rolled some flames

Stop and dropped, I'm just a fox, I got the hounds, I hunt for fame

Cause I've been on your track, wanna come better alive

I just got a bounty on my head, I spent the time

Looking out for myself, yeah, I'm aiming for the eyes

Thought I had the keys until I unlocked all the lies

Cause you a disgrace, reason, filling up the spittoon

Feet up in the saloon, take a shot, nobody miss you

I'ma drop a bop, another bop, you got a issue

Bitch, I'm from Wisconsin, made this song up in a igloo

This is the part where I'm supposed to come in and talk about something

So just imagine I did that

Yeah, I ain't worried about no flex

I don't care about who got next, see it's tatted on my chest

Im Limited edition, why you searching for attention

On the gram you fishing, I'm like Snoop my

Shorty Betty in the kitchen whipping

You too close, please take a step away from me

Don't make a mess, the situation getting sticky

Clean it up with some finesse

Why am I acting like I'm him? Because this isn't acting

You all sound like comedians, except nobody's laughing

You dropped an album then fell off, I knew you wasn't lasting

But boy, remember all the talk, how you gon' get a mansion

Well, mind my manners is if I act like you ain't got the answers

I put my phone down months ago, you called, I never answered

Your shorty stripping on a pole, she say she just a dancer

I guess it doesn't matter, take a check and whip it at her

She come back out after a set, she tryna kick it after

You just a big disaster, on my shifu meet the master

Cause I've been on your track, wanna come better alive

I just got a bounty on my head, I spent the time

Looking out for myself, yeah, I'm aiming for the eyes

Thought I had the keys until I unlocked all the lies

Cause you a disgrace, reason, filling up the spittoon

Feet up in the saloon, take a shot, nobody miss you

I'ma drop a bop, another bop, you got a issue

Bitch, I'm from Wisconsin, made this song up in a igloo