Lyrics

(Vanahorn, go ahead and disregard the chase, we got him)
(That's, uh, downtown with an assist, copy that)
(I'll see you out there, twenty-four hours)
(One out there, twenty-five by two out there)
(And twenty-five I want nt you out there, also)
I threw a party in Como and woke up in Saline County
Got some time on the low, with jotted concrete all around me
I see the red light, blue light, bonds turn to bounty
Got the feds like you right, Diggy fucking rowdy
I threw a party in Como and woke up in Saline County
Got some time on the low, with jotted concrete all around me
I see the red light, blue light, bonds turn to bounty
Got the feds like you right, Diggy fucking rowdy
Meet me in the willows, tongue tied, slit down the middle
Gimme brain, gimme more, I like that mental with no dental
I'm talking riddles if you down to fiddle, fuck, I mean fondle
I bought a bottle, you can wash it down to swallow
I'm a psycho motherfucker, I got blood on my hands
People talking shit, making fun of the mask
I knock your grill outcha mouth with the butt of my axe
Like, "Smash, smash," call it, "Axe a dental"
Souls black, but I'm sentimental, I'm doing Cocaine while I'm in a rental
I'm like a Cobain without a lintel, little by little
My love dwindles, with the shotty aimed at my middle
Hah, nevermind, hoe, 'cause the bitches got me flabberghasted
Toss me in a vat of acid, y'all think you a Harley Quinn
But y'all can't even take a fucking joke, joke, joke
Me and Georgie came to float, float, float
I threw a party in Como and woke up in Saline County
Got some time on the low, with jotted concrete all around me
I see the red light, blue light, bonds turn to bounty
Got the feds like you right, Diggy fucking rowdy
I threw a party in Como and woke up in Saline County
Got some time on the low, with jotted concrete all around me
I see the red light, blue light, bonds turn to bounty
Got the feds like you right, Diggy fucking rowdy
It go like, "One, two, Diggy cumming for you"
"Three, four, hoes knocking at my door"
"It's like five in the morning, but the bitches fine"
"So, it's 666, let's skip to nine"
I threw a party in Como and woke up in Saline County
Got some time on the low, with jotted concrete all around me
I see the red light, blue light, bonds turn to bounty
Got the feds like you right, Diggy fucking rowdy
I threw a party in Como and woke up in Saline County
Got some time on the low, with jotted concrete all around me
I see the red light, blue light, bonds turn to bounty
Got the feds like you right, Diggy fucking rowdy
(I threw a party in Como and woke up in Saline County)
(Got some time on the low, with jotted concrete all around me)
(I see the red light, blue light, bonds turn to bounty)
(Got the feds like you right, Diggy fucking rowdy)
Written by: Kyler Lee Hecker
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