Welcome to Dodge City - Racket County, Hard Target, The Lacs

I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop your ass

I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back

I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you

Town-town filled with rebels that’ll kill you for your saddle bags

This is where they come to die

With hopes and dreams but the waters run dry

The last one to draw be the first to fly

We let the whiskey burn inside

Welcome to Dodge City I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back,

and pop your ass

Welcome to Dodge City I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back

Welcome to Dodge City I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you

Welcome to Dodge City Town filled with rebels (Yeah) that’ll kill you for your

saddle bags

Now first of all I’d like to tell you that I had a ball

I’m comin' on through and swingin' something like a cannon ball

It’s grownups here (Grownups here) so you can call me Lamisol

You’re jumpin' around just like some bitches on some Adderall

It’s easy for me so I’m kinda glad its y’all

Line up sheep 'cause they gotcha damn cattle call (Call)

We grew up straight workin' these floors

Now my foots on the gas I’m Wyatt Earpin' ya folks, hey

We get stoned and toss some shit to see who’s slick to draw

I been known to give it six and forty-four

I’m quick to pull the pistol cock it back and pop your ass

I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back

Make a deal without a winnin' hand and chug-a-lug

Stack a bills a way to call to find a stogie up

You betcha ass that my attention standin' by your back

Town filled with rebels that’ll kill you for your saddle bags

This is where they come to die

With hopes and dreams but the waters run dry

The last one to draw be the first to fly

We let the whiskey burn inside

Welcome to Dodge City I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back,

and pop your ass

Welcome to Dodge City I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back

Welcome to Dodge City I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you

Welcome to Dodge City Town filled with rebels that’ll kill you for your saddle

bags

A stronghold for psychopathics man, it’s creepy sorta

And we blame the toxicity level of our drinkin' water

Crops don’t grow here, the sun just scorch your linen

Veins feel like a torch is in 'em or scorpion venom

Ain’t nobody found gold here in years, the songs of better days Echo through

them roads in the hills all while we holdin' our tears

The church grounds is eroded and skunky

The night belongs to desperados, winos, coyotes, and junkies

Yo, 'Cause I’m loaded on something maybe potent and skunky

Sleepy Hollow’s hitter Ichabod owe me a pumpkin

I’ve overly done it liquored up sobers for suckers

You see my bumper well for supper you’re roadkill in my oven

You think I’m bluffin' well it’s nothin' then you’ll easily see

It’s Racket County Dodge City tell 'em read 'em and weep

I’m loaded up six shooter 'bout as deep as can be

You wanna see then come and get you a peek

'Cause Google maps told me

This is where they come to die

With hopes and dreams but the waters run dry

The last one to draw be the first to fly

We let the whiskey burn inside

Welcome to Dodge City I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back,

and pop your ass

Welcome to Dodge City I usually kick it with some kin and throw a little back

Welcome to Dodge City I’m quick to pull the pistol, cock it back, and pop you

Welcome to Dodge City Town filled with rebels that’ll kill you for your saddle

bags

Welcome to Dodge City