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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 Five hundred 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