Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ashe and McCree, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 11.01.2019
Song language: English
Ashe and McCree |
| [Verse 1: Ashe & |
| McCree |
| My momma fed me with a silver spoon |
| Too bad she and daddy never hung around |
| To see their baby girl grow into a killer soon |
| If you cause a problem, then I’ll gun ya down |
| I’ll stop pulling off heists when I’m dead |
| Never was bothered much by a price of my head |
| Because I love the chase, whether I escape or I hang |
| Loyal to the grave — is the name of my gang |
| Forget the riches, this is just about the job |
| I’m a rebel without a cause, runnin' from the law |
| When I want something done, then I’ll send in B.O.B (Do somethin') |
| We don’t need another score, yet we never stop |
| Got a dynamite temper, it’s about to blow |
| My business, my rules, I run the show |
| And no I won’t repeat myself, you can even ask Jesse |
| Exactly what’ll happen if a lawman tests me |
| Bourbon on my breath, and a shiner from a barfight |
| Sorry pop, but I’m not fit for the farm life |
| Though I’m a wrongdoer, you can bet I’m armed right |
| Check your pocket watch, I’ll bring you high noon all night |
| I was brought up on the wrong side of the tracks |
| I’ve been locked up, even shot right in the back |
| I’ll deal with a little misfortune, long as I’m earning a fortune |
| 'Cause justice and luck come in proper proportions |
| Me and my partner in crime run a ring of outlaws |
| But I’m the rugged gunslinger nobody outdraws |
| I’ll smoke you faster than a stogie in a showdown |
| Haven’t you heard that I’m wanted? |
| Well you know now |
| Quickdraw for hire? |
| I’m your huckleberry |
| Caution — if you spot a tumbleweed on the prairie |
| Run for cover from the crackshot, McCree’s a deadeye |
| Way I handle this six shot — easy as pie |
| You call us hotheads? |
| I’d say we’re dead shots |
| No, you won’t get far when you’re held up by Deadlock |
| Everybody needs a family — mine is ride or die |
| Even when we leave ya dead, the lawdog don’t bat an eye |
| [Verse 2: Ashe & |
| McCree |
| Step into my town? |
| You better turn around |
| The reason why they call me Ashe — I can burn ya down |
| Line up my shot, feel the noose tighten |
| When the job’s done, I’ll ride off in the horizon |
| I got the finest steed, you’ll find none alike |
| I’ve even seen McCree with his eye on my bike |
| But the gang knows I take the reigns, keep my cretins in line |
| No complainin' when I take the biggest piece of the pie |
| Raised to be a lady, but I hated the garments |
| 'Stead of learning manners, I was training with targets |
| Even as a kid I kept my wits and my fists up |
| B.O.B. |
| at my back, making sure I never get caught |
| Ready for liftoff, |
| land all my trickshots |
| You don’t wanna make this femme fatale pissed off |
| If you come too close, you’ll fly |
| Then I’ll turn twelve bullets into twelve bullseyes |
| Nobody’s gonna lock me up and then collect a bounty |
| Read the belt, fella — That’ll tell you all about me |
| I’m wild and calamitous — like a buckin' bronco |
| Not that I’m into fashion, but I’m bringin' back the poncho |
| When I’m up against the odds, I just cock my hammer back |
| Take a roll, in a flash, stop you in your tracks |
| Six rounds loaded — I ain’t gonna miss a shot |
| I’m not talkin' whiskey — but that would hit the spot |
| Sometimes I think I should be leading the pack |
| I mean we get a small commission, while she keeps all the cash |
| It doesn’t always have to be that way Ashe |
| I know we’re not a couple but you could at least give me half |
| See I’ve come up from nothing, what’s your issue? |
| Grew up rich? |
| At least we both hate Overwatch — and I’m no snitch |
| I never told her this, but she’s sure not my type |
| Honestly my favorite thing about her is the bike |
| McCree, I’m feelin' like you’re questioning my leadership |
| Well if that’s the case, buster you can seal your lips |
| ‘Cause it’s my way, or my way, no highway |
| You want to draw on me Jesse? |
| You can take the die way |
| When it comes to that temper, I can light the fuse |
| I’m not tryna throw down, unless you’d like to lose |
| Skin your smoke wagon, you already know what happens |
| Skip the talkin' Ashe, let’s get to the muzzle-flashin' |
| Ha ha ha, I’m just playin' guys. |
| C’mon, next round’s on me! |
| You call us hotheads? |
| I’d say we’re dead shots |
| No, you won’t get far when you’re held up by Deadlock |
| Everybody needs a family — mine is ride or die |
| Even when we leave ya dead, the lawdog don’t bat an eye |