Ashe and McCree - JT Music

[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