[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Hell of a day to load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night
And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles
Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper that could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking
Product of a working environment, fuck is y'all thinking?
Meaning I'm working-working harder than any artist can ever do it simply cause I'm made that way
I build a house around your ass before you could realize, that you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it, tell'em I'm an Alabama wanna-be, I be that
I'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you from a motherfucking beanbag, I need that
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Get away
Tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roofs of the broken Chevrolet
Till there's nothing left to say, cause if I don't get away
People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You won't have to get away from me
Load up the guns, load up the guns
? won't have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
Cause if I don't get away
People will see my trailer park getaway, ? will have to get away from me
[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Man, I done been through it all
I'd a been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
When I have probable cause I never stand tall
Dog, you gotta do something Fatt
Who would roll with Wolf, why you come back?
Cause them up there, don't want to play fair
Got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumbtack
Dumb Fatt, dumb ?, criticize a nigga for the Crack I sell?
Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well
Or eat at all, want to see me fall
Cause I see them all dog, them lines
Only cause I got Catfish on my side
Bitch I'm headed up, up to the sky
Roll up, let's get high
Wavin' them bye, I need that
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out
?
They put my dick in your mouth
Take it back out
Put it back in
Fuck on the floor
Skeet on the couch
So when you ugly motherfuckers ?
This retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with
If you're in, say you're in, (Say you're in!)
And if you're in some motherfuckin business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, out of luck, you don't do "WIN"!
Not in there, not a nigga, can't compare
So what I do to these bars on these walls
On the scales, in the clubs, in the bars, ?, in the jails
I need that
[Hook]
compositores: Jerrico Horton, Michael Tyler, Darius Joseph Barnes, Shuggie Otis, Michael Wayne Atha
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