The Ranch lyrics

[Intro: Craig Xen]
Oh, that beat f*ckin' smackin', I told him get out back God damn it
Oh God, I said get that motherf*cker off my land
I'll hit him with this buckshot, make his brains spread
Send—, sick 'em—, sick the f*cking rottweilers out
Get off my land boy, I'm on your ass boy
Take that city sh*t elsewhere

[Verse 1: Craig Xen]
Ayy, boy, I'm mix matching camo, give a f*ck about designer
Off in the woods, four wheeler whippin'
Honestly, I could give a f*ck what the world mixed up with
Chaos and destruction, stay inside the city with that f*ck sh*t
Country money, acres and catfish inside my lake sh*t
Step on my property, that buckshot make 'em shape-shift
No, you never welcome on my ranch
If you ain't my fam' then I don't give a damn, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, b*tch

[Verse 2: Wavy Jone$]
Motherf*ck a foreign, I pull up on Kawasaki
Ducked off in the forest, my mouth look like some hockey
She said that she love me, she said that I'm c*cky
Real tree camo mix match like a swamp meet
I don't want no b*tches, I rather go start a family
Buy a couple acres, you prayin' that God for sanity
For f*ck the government, f*ck the devil, the reaper plottin' me
But I don't give a f*ck 'bout no feelings, just keep up off me, b*tch