Smith & Westin

Sheriff, sheriff

Someone get the sheriff

They're at it again (oh)

And I think one of them wields a weapon

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Shoot my tongue if you want, lil' mama

I can't talk, say nothin', lil' mama

Love is war if you want, lil' mama

Bust them shots then bring that drama

You wanna fight in public

You got a knife, but I ain't bluffing

So meet in the middle of town

Where the saloon doors swing left and right (ooh, right)

We gon' fight (fight)

Say hello to

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Say hello to

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Nigga, please

I'ma leave you in sorrow

Could it be, I'm like kissing Kate Barlow

Ride out, I'ma get my revenge

Your hideout, buss in, gon' let me in

So meet me in the middle of town

Or whatever the f-, this needs to go down

We gon' fight

Say hello to

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Hol' up

She wrong, she wrong, she wrong, but she think she right

She gon' cheat on her own and gon' lose her life

Gon' push me to the edge

Shoot me in the heart, shoot me in the head

So meet me in the middle of town

Where the saloon doors swing left and right (right)

We gon' fight (fight)

Say h-

Boy, don't make me kick you in your nutsack (hey)

I break your saxophone and tell 'em there's no comeback (no come)

You wanna cheat, I got receipts from bunny riches (mmh)

Don't make me squad up with your exes, ridin' bareback

No, I'm not cappin', watch me kickin' the door with my .44

We not finna argue anymore, I brought the silencer, whoa, oh

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah (say hello)

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin

Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Sheriff, oh dear (oh dear)

Oh my stars and garters (oh my)

He made that choppa sing, that choppa sing

Brrt, gat, brrt, gat (sheriff)

Brrt, gat (sheriff), brrt, gat

Gon' push me to the edge

Shoot me in the heart, shoot me in the head

Gon' push me to the edge

Shoot me in the heart, shoot me in the head