The Ranch Lyrics

Oh, that beat fuckin' smackin', I told him get out back God damn it
Oh God, 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 your ass boy
Take that city shit elsewhere

Ayy, boy, I'm mix matching camo, give a fuck about designer
Off in the woods, four wheeler whippin'
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 shape-shift
No, you never welcome on my ranch
If you ain't my fam' then I don't give a damn, nigga, yeah, nigga, bitch

Motherfucker 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 prayin' that God for sanity
For fuck the government, fuck the devil, the reaper plottin' me
But I don't give a fuck 'bout no feelings, just keep up off me, bitch