Guns and Pussy

Lyrics

[Verse: Billy Woods] Hard liquor, cheap beer, guns and pussy Big sign, can't miss it, first thought The bartender's fine but I probably can't hit it Leaning in smell her lipstick, sour apple Now I'm gaffled, like this bitch got one hell of a kick Back in here courage comes with spare clips Six packs, all eyes on her from cleavage to hips No wonder that name is scrawled on bathroom walls With the number somewhere so far as to call Desperate measures, sniffed in stalls, guilty pleasure In the heft of a forty-five stuck in your draws, last call I ain't nothing but two words, either that or get the balls after all One more whiskey, I'll deck her halls, I swear to y'all If young'in bump me yeah there won't be a brawl Three-eighty pop like Tylenol, take his Glock Leave the body where it falls, twist in his cases drop My girl really lights up the place National anthem on the jukebox Did you peek the look on his face when the gat cocked Realizing he got cooned by his ace, sticks smoke like a fireplace I guessed it was detective again, she said mac ten And that she could tell from the firing rates You know I had to kiss her, couldn't help but notice The twenty-two by her waist, after hours pump actions Stared down the barrel of hate, no suppressor Nine millimeters worth of deep space steadied like cabin pressure Bond throw the dub plate, the whole spot start stepping Sweating, safety checking, quiet wars with loud weapons Tight place save too many questions, and when they asked the directions All I say is guns and pussy, big sign you can't miss it