Quixx III - Bounties (RDR2) Lyrics

(Please, I don't deserve to be dragged around in the dirt)
I don't care what you're told
RDR2 I'm gettin' that gold
Collecting bounties every night, news old
My posse small, but we strong, never fold
They know I'm after that bag
I'm the one they thought they had
Wet 'em up, skin their scrawny nag
Check their loot then leave 'em in the grass
Shout out Cripps that's my dawg
Lil Cancer tear you up like jaws
You know Quixx always on his feet
Got rid of hoe she was no good to me
Tie you up throw in that wagon
I keep that flame I might be a dragon
Cutting 'em off like they weeds I'm whackin
Riding through the storm, man, you know I got to have it
Quixx III, man
Soon as we pull up to the camp
Everybody want to run, too bad they can't
Make you disappear, they think I'm Harry Potter
I be sippin' on the drink in Blackwater
If you want me you got to go for my cuz
But you best believe imma pull up with slugs
Aye, hold up going off beat
And heading for your head
You don't understand imma leave you red dead
I rather be me to the fullest, nobody understand how imma do this,
But I'm going in for my team
I don't need much just a trigger to squeeze
Bring 'em in alive and get cash
They don't understand us that's why they mad
I was raised in the dirt just know that just like Ricky put holes in your back
I mean, that makes sense right?
I mean, 'cause it's a video game you feel me like
Red Dead Redemption II?
Come on, man, like
Look, I'm not actually like trying to threaten you, I'm just saying that
Don't mess with my posse, you feel me?
I don't care what you're told
RDR2 I'm gettin' that gold
Collecting bounties every night, news old
My posse small, but we strong, never fold
They know I'm after that bag
I'm the one they thought they had
Wet 'em up, skin their scrawny nag
Check their loot then leave 'em in the grass
Shout out Cripps that's my dawg
Lil Cancer tear you up like jaws
You know Quixx always on his feet
Got rid of hoe she was no good to me
Tie you up throw in that wagon
I keep that flame I might be a dragon
Cutting 'em off like they weeds I'm whackin
Riding through the storm, man, you know I got to have it
Quixx III, man

(Please, I don't deserve to be dragged around in the dirt)
I don't care what you're told
RDR2 I'm gettin' that gold
Collecting bounties every night, news old
My posse small, but we strong, never fold
They know I'm after that bag
I'm the one they thought they had
Wet 'em up, skin their scrawny nag
Check their loot then leave 'em in the grass
Shout out Cripps that's my dawg
Lil Cancer tear you up like jaws
You know Quixx always on his feet
Got rid of hoe she was no good to me
Tie you up throw in that wagon
I keep that flame I might be a dragon
Cutting 'em off like they weeds I'm whackin
Riding through the storm, man, you know I got to have it
Quixx III, man
Soon as we pull up to the camp
Everybody want to run, too bad they can't
Make you disappear, they think I'm Harry Potter
I be sippin' on the drink in Blackwater
If you want me you got to go for my cuz
But you best believe imma pull up with slugs
Aye, hold up going off beat
And heading for your head
You don't understand imma leave you red dead
I rather be me to the fullest, nobody understand how imma do this,
But I'm going in for my team
I don't need much just a trigger to squeeze
Bring 'em in alive and get cash
They don't understand us that's why they mad
I was raised in the dirt just know that just like Ricky put holes in your back
I mean, that makes sense right?
I mean, 'cause it's a video game you feel me like
Red Dead Redemption II?
Come on, man, like
Look, I'm not actually like trying to threaten you, I'm just saying that
Don't mess with my posse, you feel me?
I don't care what you're told
RDR2 I'm gettin' that gold
Collecting bounties every night, news old
My posse small, but we strong, never fold
They know I'm after that bag
I'm the one they thought they had
Wet 'em up, skin their scrawny nag
Check their loot then leave 'em in the grass
Shout out Cripps that's my dawg
Lil Cancer tear you up like jaws
You know Quixx always on his feet
Got rid of hoe she was no good to me
Tie you up throw in that wagon
I keep that flame I might be a dragon
Cutting 'em off like they weeds I'm whackin
Riding through the storm, man, you know I got to have it
Quixx III, man