"COWBOY GANGSTA" lyrics
(Jake Angel on the track)
Ridin' in a old school bump (Uh-huh)
Shotgun pump in the trunk (Uh-huh)
Bad little bitch in the front
Lightin' up all my blunts
Never seen a cowboy drip like me
Gold teeth and a brand new crisp white tee
Drop that lean in my iced tea (Okay)
Dadgum right, they don't do it like me (No)
Baby girl, saddle up in my Silverado
Drink the Jack straight out the bottle
Shootin' shots like in Chicago
Wake back up to a line of Pablo
Oh, got fifty bands in my Wranglers (Yeah, that's right)
Oh, she fell in love with a cowboy gangster (Girl, let's ride)
New cowboys wear Air Force 1's
And tote big guns, come get you some
Blowin' on this weddin' cake
I swear I'm up there with the sun
She said, "What's that on your strap?"
I told her, "Baby, it's a drum"
"What, you in a band or somethin'?"
I said, "Call it what you want"
Lifted up my Silverado, we ain't scared of heights
Baby, just sip on this bottle and you gon' be alright
I left the door unlocked in case you want to slide on by
Got a brand new king size, girl, come take it for a ride
Ridin' in a old school bump (Uh-huh)
Shotgun pump in the trunk (Uh-huh)
Bad little bitch in the front
Lightin' up all my blunts
Never seen a cowboy drip like me
Gold teeth and a brand new crisp white tee
Drop that lean in my iced tea (Okay)
Dadgum right, they don't do it like me (No)
Baby girl, saddle up in my Silverado
Drink the Jack straight out the bottle
Shootin' shots like in Chicago
Wake back up to a line of Pablo
Oh, got fifty bands in my Wranglers (Yeah, that's right)
Oh, she fell in love with a cowboy gangster (Girl, let's ride)
Ridin' in a old school bump (Uh-huh)
Shotgun pump in the trunk (Uh-huh)
Bad little bitch in the front
Lightin' up all my blunts
Never seen a cowboy drip like me
Gold teeth and a brand new crisp white tee
Drop that lean in my iced tea (Okay)
Dadgum right, they don't do it like me (No)
Baby girl, saddle up in my Silverado
Drink the Jack straight out the bottle
Shootin' shots like in Chicago
Wake back up to a line of Pablo
Oh, got fifty bands in my Wranglers (Yeah, that's right)
Oh, she fell in love with a cowboy gangster (Girl, let's ride)
New cowboys wear Air Force 1's
And tote big guns, come get you some
Blowin' on this weddin' cake
I swear I'm up there with the sun
She said, "What's that on your strap?"
I told her, "Baby, it's a drum"
"What, you in a band or somethin'?"
I said, "Call it what you want"
Lifted up my Silverado, we ain't scared of heights
Baby, just sip on this bottle and you gon' be alright
I left the door unlocked in case you want to slide on by
Got a brand new king size, girl, come take it for a ride
Ridin' in a old school bump (Uh-huh)
Shotgun pump in the trunk (Uh-huh)
Bad little bitch in the front
Lightin' up all my blunts
Never seen a cowboy drip like me
Gold teeth and a brand new crisp white tee
Drop that lean in my iced tea (Okay)
Dadgum right, they don't do it like me (No)
Baby girl, saddle up in my Silverado
Drink the Jack straight out the bottle
Shootin' shots like in Chicago
Wake back up to a line of Pablo
Oh, got fifty bands in my Wranglers (Yeah, that's right)
Oh, she fell in love with a cowboy gangster (Girl, let's ride)
Writer(s): James Elkins, Jacob Higgins, Ryan Weeks
