Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1: Uncle Snap & Rooster] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: Hard Target & Cymple Man] 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 its 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 [Chorus] 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