One of the most keenly anticipated songs on Shaboozey's 2026 album, The Outlaw Cherie Lee & Other Western Tales, ‘High Noon’ features a cameo from trap-star, Gunna.

Rather than leaning into a more rap aesthetic, though, Shaboozey keeps the ambience old-school and Western, with Gunna moulding his sound to match the country vibe.

‘High Noon’ epitomises Shaboozey's ability to blur the lines between genres, and finds him leaning into a guttural, jaded delivery as he sets the scene across a galvanising trap beat. The thunderous drums combine with a distinctly Wild West-feeling instrumental, with Shaboozey even throwing in some ominous whistling up top, making you feel as thought you're watching the opening of a Clint Eastwood classic.

Gunna enters the fray for the sleek second verse, and while he maintains his usual Auto-Tuned, syrupy delivery, he embraces the Wild West atmosphere with a few playful country lyrics. Shaboozey takes the helm for the infectious, party-ready hook.

Although peppered with various references to dramatic Wild West imagery - epitomised by the declaration that they'll meet at ‘High Noon’, the moment the sun is at its highest - at its heart, the song simply revolves around a raucous, extravagant party.

It finds Shaboozey and Gunna trading verses about how luxurious their lifestyles are, with Shaboozey including a nod to his iconic hit, ‘A Bar Song (Tipsy)’, with the line, “Someone call Jack, bring him out / If it ain't a hundred proof, then pour it out”.

The song is full of interesting juxtaposition between old-school, Wild West phrasing and more contemporary, luxury-rap lyrics, with Shaboozey and Gunna going from singing about meeting the Devil at a crossroads before then flexing about expensive watches and Ferarris. It's a fascinating paradox, one that sets up the album as a whole.

“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
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At the crossroads, the devil I know
Tell him he can get it back in blood
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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
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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
500 on my wrist, goddamn, a n**** lit
Copped a 'Rari truck, sent it back and added a kit
My folks from the country and ain't have a pot to p***
Young Gunna went country with Shaboozey in this b****
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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
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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”

Shaboozey

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Gunna

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