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