HighNoon

High Noon (Explicit) - Shaboozey/Gunna

Lyrics by：Collins Chibueze/Sergio Giavanni Kitchens/Tyler Johnson/Nevin Sastry/Chadron Moore/Jasiel Almon Robinson

Composed by：Collins Chibueze/Sergio Giavanni Kitchens/Tyler Johnson/Nevin Sastry/Chadron Moore/Jasiel Almon Robinson

Produced by：Julian Nixon/Tyler Johnson/Nevin Sastry/Sean Cook/Mike Hector

Tryna knock me off my feet still standing

With more money than I came with

Hot damn

Took a loss but I'm still a gambling man

Bettin' all the chips that I got left

I'm all in

Didn't talk to the law it's a damn good way

Spend another 40k on my wrist

Top that

Aw hell nah I don't need another shot

'Cause I'm already feeling this fifth

At the crossroads the devil I know

Tell him he can get it back in blood

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Everything we do we do it loud

Everywhere we go we bring a crowd

When we at the bar tell 'em bring another round

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Someone call Jack bring him out

If it ain't a hundred proof then pour it out

Meet me at the bar guaranteed we tear it down

Hittin' crossroads slamming Rolls Royce doors

Countin' ten million off shows spend a hundred thou' on clothes

I got bad hoes they got pretty pink toes

Better put that mink on put some diamonds in her gold

500 on my wrist goddamn a nigga lit

Copped a 'Rari truck sent it back and added a kit

My folks from the country and ain't have a pot to piss

Young Gunna went country with Shaboozey in this bitch

At the crossroads the devil I know

Said let's make a deal but I don't take loans

To the folks I wronged that'll never let go

And tell 'em they can get it back in blood

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Everything we do we do it loud

Everywhere we go we bring a crowd

When we at the bar tell 'em bring another round

Meet at high noon and shut it down

Someone call Jack bring him out

If it ain't a hundred proof then pour it out

Meet me at the bar guaranteed we tear it down