Shawty wanna ride with this emo gangster
Tryin' not to cry while I count this bank up
Trailerpark thuggin', trappin' out in the country
Where I can shoot my guns and only God can judge me
Smith and Wesson on the table while I'm countin' it up
We live in a trailer, it's a thousand a month
She sees all the things that I can't see in myself
She was down for me when I really needed some help
I just did some time, she answered every single night
I'm a codeine cowboy and she really likes to ride
She got daddy issues, so, I hate to see her cry
She know I'm down to slide
Shawty wanna ride with this emo gangster
Tryin' not to cry while I count this bank up
Trailerpark thuggin', trappin' out in the country
Where I can shoot my guns and only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
We've been through the wringer and came out of it all
With both our middle fingers up, you doubted us, y'all
We see all the things you couldn't see in ourselves
I'm like, where the fuck was you? I really needed some help
Money's on the line, but I got exes on my mind
I wonder how they doin' I don't answer when they try
She got daddy issues, so, I hate to make her cry
But I know it ain't right
Shawty wanna ride with this emo gangster
Tryin' not to cry while I count this bank up
Trailerpark thuggin', trappin' out in the country
Where I can shoot my guns and only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
