Yelawolf Lyrics: 2023

mixtape: Mile Zero (2021) - Yelawolf (with DJ Muggs)

Wtf lyrics - Yelawolf & DJ Muggs

You know

What the fuck

Yeah!

Ground zero, Mile Zero, let me get this started

Like a Pinto sitting instrumental, mentally charging

Pull up my astral music, no need for wires and a

Mic cord, bouncing like mattresses stuck inside a moving

Truck, stumbling drunk, I talk, took up and ran down a ravine

In a stream, I cr-cr-crawled in it wet, drip

Yeah, young boy drip

I do that shit for me like tattoos on the inner lip

Oh, go on, flex on 'em, Catfish

Carry heavy weight but sell you light, like a fat bitch

Yeah, pick up the slab like a repo

Blow out your candles, sell your light like Home Depot

Cover my body, everything else is subject to chains

Still flipping styles up in Wal-Mart, I'm accustomed to change

Flipping, a hustler born into this frame

Given God's main mission, manifestation of my brain's mission

Mind's eye, Cat before Fish because of nine lives

Fish 'cause I'm swimming too deep, I jump out the pond, fly

Into the ocean, ocean of thoughts pouring in, Mom, why

She curated this Slumerican like a bonsai

Trimming buds, from every leaf into the limb because

I'm a flower child, she got the green thumb

Position myself with the stars, and I'm unorthodox, I'm more than rock

Between the stars I'm in that Goldilocks

Between the stars I'm on that mothership with Elon, yeah, be done

Sipping udon with Jimmy Neutron

Tripping on peyote with nothing but my boots on

Yeah, nothing but my boots on, looking down at y'all next to that blue pond

(Oh) I mean it

(What the fuck) I mean it

(Yeah) I mean it

(Oh) I mean it

(Slum!) I mean it

Yeah, whiskey all in my Lamberdoux

Pills in my system, this Vicodin's like a river too

Floatin' down the Chattahooch'

A thousand PBRs couldn't can like I can, chew, spit aluminum U-

F-O's, extra-terrestr'al, we're criminals, too

Literally a subliminal too, Petrol

Gasoline 'em for miles, I got a tank for dreamers

Fill up on Pro-7, spiritual hippie window cleaners

Squeaky and you're good to go, if I'm rambling

Just take what you need, 'Have a good day, fucker, now hit the road'

Down the hatch, I'm pulling pins up out grenades

I ain't dropping battle raps, I'm more like wind up in the shade

A cool breeze in the winter when you're soaking wet and freezing

No mercy for you suckers, starting shit without a reason

That's a good buzz kicking, smoking like bologna in the

Bar room kitchen, cigarette butt flicking (oh)

Butt flicking

And it's up yours like a beer in the butt, chicken (oh)

Beer in the butt, chicken?

I cleaned the plate, it's too late, go bus dishes

(Oh) I mean it

(What the fuck) I mean it

(Yeah) I mean it

(Oh) I mean it

(Slum!) I mean it

Hold up, I ain't fucking done

Matador lyrics - yelawolf (feat. Caskey)

[Yelawolf:]

Ha ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gotta put my phone on vibrate, this bullshit

Keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin'

Decline, call me back, motherfucker

No sir, I got the pocket right here, let's go

Uh, yeah

If I said that I didn't know that I would be here

You know I'm lyin' (yeah), on the sofa

If it wasn't for hell's fire as a youth

You'd know I'd be fryin' (uh), when I was older

But the devil met his quota, I paid up the [?]

Got bit but I'm a soldier, the poison was like a hangover

Check it off, lemon and the salt

This tequila and these broads vote to kill ya and that's all, no way

I got a pocket like a headed line

Yeah, yeah, fuckin' porcupines

Stick waffle house, griddle greasy pan flip

Middle finger up still like I'm missin' four digits

Got more skin in the game than a Beverly Hills surgeon (uh)

Wave runner, nah, but I'm surfin'

Dirty south, no detergent, clean on the surface

Grimy to the gristle, bone marrow, with this arrow

Pointed straight at your bourbon, bow and arrow flirtin'

Been hit with that bullshit, no one ever hurts him

Because I'm a bull, bitch, matadors flyin'

Red blankets from the slidin' door of a minivan

Couldn't get me to believe in them, I am sure to bleed a man

Because I'm a wolf, bitch, no one ever churched him

Never met a preacher who could reach me, made 'em nervous

Irons in the fire, I'm a heavy metal wordsmith (yeah)

Heavy metal like a dose of pickin' up the dirt with

Ozzy in the driver seat, screamin' "Iron Man"

I'm hot, go call the fireman, that's a oldie but goodie

I'm hot, go call the buyer, man [?]

Boy, yeah, I'm a good bet, daddy's rollin' sevens

And there ya go, tell the cashier to bring me 20 more K for this set

And you can keep 10 of it, hit the mall, then call me later

I love you, don't forget to check in (uh)

Father of a queen, boy, y'all in trouble with the pack (uh)

And both my boys are lookin' like they might've brought a bat

Already (yeah), but I didn't teach 'em baseball

They just saw their daddy swingin', then saw daddy take off

Like a lion, flyin' 'til I'm dyin'

Went from drownin' in the trap to smilin' in the islands

Look at all of that blue, it's like the heavens cryin'

Guess I'll wipe a few tears and take a dip into this climate (uh)

Aqua made me water, baby, kickin' it, don't waddle, baby

Slippin' it like all day, baby, 'til she yellin', "oh God, baby"

I got it like, "no, my lady, you just bite the pillow"

While we stop the clock from windin' when we hop into the Holiday Inn baby

Inn (yeah), yeah, Holiday, we in

And I just took Holly and Holiday on dates again

They some lookalikes, I'm lookin' like they start to blend

So I just took vacation and vacated both of them (uh)

I'm makin' renovations, call Vanilla Ice

Ain't he got some type of rental show, Miami type? (yeah)

Wonder if he'd come and fix the home I wrecked last night

I only left the plumbin' lines when I laid the pipe

Ain't too much work there, 'cause I laid it right (uh)

Foundation still good, at least late at night (uh)

Can't account for how to take it when the wind blows

But I'm a free bird, plus I need to [?] rental

[Caskey:]

Ayy, Caskey

It's a "show up in court on LSD and sandals" kinda day

I drew, excuse me your honor, 'cause what I'm tryna say

I'm a modern day Pablo Picasso to economies

And my life is private like the jet, can't do economy

I sit back with my feet stacked, I'm relaxed

Got sober from the money, I relapsed

Pops loved me 'cause my flaws was somethin' he'd see past

When he died, I cried, then I swore I would wreak hav- (hol' up)

Wreak havoc on the game

You barely a semen stain when I didn't get her name

I discard you while my heart glisten in the chain

It's guarded 'cause I'm always bearin' witness to the pain

It never call in sick in hopes that you would call it quits

I called the Ritz, said "I'ma need the presidential suite for Moni' Lewins'"

I'm monolithic with it, prehistoric, follow the prints

My hollow tips in your stomach like you swallowed the clip

Uh-uh, I never swallowed my pride, try to, it's hollow inside

I picked it up, the colors arrive, how you gon' offer me lies

While I did was offer truth, that and tried to provide?

That guilty conscience got you awful deprived

My life abundant, it pour over the edge of my circumference

My cup runneth over, now rover-over your budget

Now holy moly, that kid is chosen, they tryna covet

My blessings what they can't do, I does it (I does it)

I'm doin' donuts in that ZO6, at the Vegas strip

With a bag that's full of Frito chips, didn't mean it literally

This is that casino grip, I go gambino trips

Over Clams Casino style beats while the DJ flips

This DJ Muggs and two killers at the freeway bus

I sport my game like that company named EA does

I gave this five stars on Yelp myself

Because we dropped outta school but with this microphone we A+

EP: TURQUOiSE TORNADO (2021) - Yelawolf (with Riff Raff)

TiP TOE 4 lyrics - RiFF RAFF & Yelawolf

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four

Only you can tear us apart

Life's no game, there's no restart

If only you could play your part

I tiptoe to the rhythm of your heart

Dance to the Burberry beat

Is she coming with you? Are you coming with me?

It's not hard to see, my favorite number is three

You can pay me my fee in diamond jewelry

Paper comes and goes, price of gold goes up

Never settle down, only marry up

And the doors go up on the cherry truck

Iced up from my head to my cup

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four (yeah)

Tiptoe, tiptoe spending a big roll

Ain't no penny flipping city slicking, I hit stores

Went from taking sacks and trapping down at the Citgo

To flipping tickets, to bitches flashing on front rows

Ooh, ain't no dreaming, it's coming true, that's

The cleanest chain, the pinky rings, black and blue, yeah

Used to wish upon a list to bring me the big toys

Now I'm rocking Slumerican, making big noise

Never get mad 'cause I can see them who try to hold me down

Two tears in a bucket, fuck it, I load up a whole round

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, into the clip I gotta go

Exotic boots on the floor

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four

Yeah, ice on my chest like the polar express

Jody Highroller on the back of the headrest

Even after I retire, I'm still in the game

Like the red white and blue rectangular frame

Of the NBA on the silhouette of Jerry West

Next year I might play for the nets

Diamonds green like the autographed Keyshawn Johnson jersey

Back when he use to not want to play for the jets

Louis Vuitton bedspread sets

For my next ten butterscotch bad bitch guests

That would rather argue or have sex

I guess it is easy to be famous online

Then famous really in person

I had to skip town, the paparazzi kept lurking

I had to leave the movie set of Tommy Boy 2

'Cause they tried to pay in cash

But I am only paid in jewels

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four

Tiptoeing through the jewelry store

Christian Dior mink dragging to the floor

I don't really care about money anymore

Pay me in jewels while I'm pouring up a four

MiLLiON DOLLAR MULLET lyrics - RiFF RAFF, Yelawolf & Ronny J

(Oh, my God, Ronny)

Uh

Million-dollar mullet, I'm talking Ted DiBiase

I'ma disappear and come back with eight watches

AP watches, watch this

Prada Paparazzi

I'ma live my life Miami Vice, Farrah Fawcett

I'ma sip lean

You gon' tattle tale while I slide down Tidwell (uh)

I'ma shine blades like a chef

Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck

It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf

And I did it by myself, uh

Bitch you got a complaint? Leave it at the front desk

Shoot a three like Tony Delk

Yeah, my girl brought a girlfriend, made my heart melt

More diamond pointers than a Roosevelt elk, yeah

Mine's crystal clean, your look like skimmed milk

Stop asking all them questions, you gon' wrinkle up my silk, uh

I'm in Shanghai with the top down

Raspberry roger Clemens throwing 90 off the mound

Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers with the sunset hounds

Half a ticket on my neck every time I pop up

Instead of worrying about me you need to get your stocks up, yuh

I'ma three-wheel in a Dolce & Gabbana truck

Look into the mirror and then wipe down all the drama

You got another baby mama while I'm chasing a third comma

Still finding who I am, left hand hologram

Right hand, um, Fruity Pebbles Toucan Sam

Ronny J got the bass kicking, Jean-Claude Van Damme

Aventador hard top hit up Ken Dan Tony

All the way at West palm Lamb

Left hand hold two hundred grand, all cash, uh

Skrt up off the lot and I did the whole dash

Tip Toe to the cellar, the white Mayweather

40K yesterday but it's gon' get better, uh

Orange sapphires that look like sunsets, uh

I'm at Jewel Collect like Johnny quest

Collect call

From who?

Alanis Morissette

Why you ain't been in more movies than Johnny Depp?

Johnny deep, deep pockets, I done flipped so much cheese

Should applied at Johnny rockets, overqualified

Overqualified, hold a lotta ties

In the streets, know a lotta guys, owe a lotta pride

Pink Caprice flexing on 'em like I had a rubber spine

Limping out this bitch like I was rollerskating drunk and blind

Out my way, bitches flashing to us from the balcony

For you she's a mouse, for me a rat, I leave her out my cave

'Bout to say? Ain't no 'bout to say, fuck what you 'bout to say

Me and that HighRoller Jody fuck what you about to say

Catfish, shoulda left me in the creek where you found me

Now you got that river-water on ya from my country county

Mud mouth, that's the LSD hit in a petri dish

Must be 'cause they tripping on my drawl, easel kit

Paint flying out that Krylon can up on the eastern bridge

AM7, Ounze Zilla go back on me, read the list

Go back homie, hating on me, I'm too heavy for them kids

This ain't nothing overnight except for me to do your bitch

Ain't interested, bumblebee, interesting intellect

Infamous pinky ring, Slumerican everything

In the mix Ballers Eve, player spin that kicking tune

Been up in that trunk with 808s since you was still in school

Billy who? Billy's hell, Earnhardt, really Dale?

Running laps on suckers, motherfucker go pick up your mail

The mullet king, mullet king

Catfish

Really though

Joe, Jody HighRoller

Fucking getting it

Fucking getting it

Yeah

Black Sheep (2021) - Yelawolf x Caskey

Just The Intro lyrics - yelawolf

Bitch, it's in that dump, bitch, it's in that dump

Piled up, gotta keep that bandana tied up

Whip a dirty lambo out that parkin' lot

Graffiti on the seat because she bleeding, I don't give a fuck, I'm greedy

I don't give you truth not worth believing

Chop the top off of that whip 'cause I don't give a roof a ceiling

Bottles of that brew until it's suds

Throw that bitch into the crowd, watch the socket come unplugged

(Throw hands) Throw hands in the pit

Baby boy is on his shit, tall cans and the fifth, yeah

Forty ounce and the fifth, that's an algorithm

Forty now and gettin' rich, baby, how you feelin'?

Told you I'd be Willie Nelson of this rappin' shit

Forget my verses and won't play none of my classic hits

You shoulda been there when I cared about what people thought

I been dumpin', it don't matter how much weight they bought

Talk, Yelawolf is iconic

Blacksheep, white boys, it ain't nothin' but ironic

Ironic, I brought it, I rock it

Caught the wave like I was silver surfin' Milky Way's comets

Milky Way with the silky wave droppin', that's

Slick Ricky Bobby on the song and that's

Quick, bitch, go get ya boy some prophylac'

'Tics, 'cause I'm only fuckin' beats raw

They were sippin' on it, thought that it was cognac

Make a pussy nervous 'bout his life, he hypochondriac

Man, I came a long way from ounces out the laundromat

Serve a zombie somethin', make him wonder where his mommy at

Launderin' the money 'cause it's written in the stars, that my zodiac

All that bluffin' y'all was doin', gotta show me that

Yelawolf, young Cas, in the trap house

Drawin' so much out the plugs, reasons why there's blackouts

Put the black strap inside of the Chevy box

My homie hid a kilo out the Betty Crock'

Bettin' on myself 'cause they contemplatin' tryin' me, they better not

I'm tryin' out this iron, leave 'em heavy shots

I send 'em to Heaven's gates, I'm a fuckin' opportunist

I go optimize the units and I dramatize the eulog'

Bullets penetrate, by my eyes they know I'm zooted

All my diamonds undiluted, all your wives could get recruited

I regenerate, every time I win I call it back to basics

Ayy, wonderin' where you should go to sleep

Far away from me 'cause that's where it's the safest

If you cross me once, I ain't tryna preach, I reach for the hammer

There's so many straps in here they thought it was east Atlanta

Shots came out anonymous, it's no secret Santa

'Cause you know who it is, I gotta teach y'all some manners

Teach y'all some manners, learn your manners, yes sir

And leave that bullshit on the curb, word

Pullin' up outta that Chevy

With every one of my people on go

A million up by the weekend

And both of my bosses on payroll

Flyin' out the parkin' lot

With the bus full of partyin' baddies and hoes

Went to sleep on 'em like I was a line

'Cause tomorrow's another show, ayy

Both are beside of me and the fire

How I get it, I'll never know

I show my bro

How to go take him a ounce and then shake it and turn it to gold

Over the stove

All of this water I've touched, it's like it was a waterin' hole

I gotta slaughter the goat

Tell him that it never came and charge him for mo'

Yeah, weekend, where the weekend

Gonna peek in peepholes for the peepshow

Boy, we go creepin' for the reason

No crease in the jeans, no, only holes

Rockstar, we're the rockstar

Wanna pop bras off and throw that bra like a backdrop

In the back of the Caprice

With her two feet up like [?] do's, every show

Ayy, my gun be geekin'

And the deacon could get hit too and the piece reload

And I got a petri dish full of ET shit

We lit, I can see the globe

Blowin' like C4

But the mushroom cloud full of weed smoke

I'm bustin' down feelings of ego

I'm touchin' the crowd, I'm up over the top lookin' for C-notes

Catfish Billy, bitch, and I'm on top like really, bitch

Comin' up from the gutter my benefit

Get popped like a dog for a livin'

Put a rock in a stack like a pyramid

Put a map on the dash

I'm high as an aircraft and I'm public danger

Put the plane on the hanger

The boys are back for the pack and they got a banger

No hands but I'm armed and dangerous

No plan but I always manage

How the fuck they made someone like me famous?

Kickin' ass that I'm never gon' see, anus

Ain't it, funny, how I'm on top, limitless?

And against the odds like immigrants

All they ever tried do was limit this

But I see the potential

And I pushed work out a residential

And I went crashed the rental

But I ain't pay for the coverage or incidentals

But it's all good

Millions accumulated off of only the pen and pencil

You goin' broke at the same I'm gettin' rich

I could see what's coincidental

Pick a pepper, pick a record, pick a second

Pick up a paper and pick it apart

Quote it up, quote it up, beat it up, throw it up

Throw it up 'til you are sick of this art

Sick of this artist, kick the table, the bar's flipped

No bar skipped, the bar's up, the target? Of course us

Blacksheep, Yelawolf, bitch (bitch)

Daytona lyrics - yelawolf

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

Play with me and you's a goner

My checks never gettin' shorter

Mask on, but this no corona

Car five hunnid, no Daytona

Okay, the car cost a half a ticket

You inside a Honda Civic, ain't the same bracket

Pickin' up the pieces of my mind that I lost

I became the main attraction

Turned my pain into art, tryin' to maintain

How did it remain a passion?

Got me ridin' in a G-Wagon with the diamond stitchin' and the suede attachment

Seein' the paranormal, on such a regular basis, I'm barely normal

There was too much DMT inside of my baby bottle when my brain was formin'

Got me talkin' to a shaman while I'm eatin' ramen, learnin' till I ain't distorted

Scams in the White House, they was countin' ballots, I ain't vote, it ain't important

Least when your spirit ain't from this planet

How could I feel the damage when I'm barely present in my skin?

You so desperate for a win, it's a disadvantage

I know that the balance thin, but so is my patience so I need to anger manage

Beef I started over breadcrumbs, when I meet the lettuce, I'ma make a sandwich, okay

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

Play with me and you's a goner

My checks never gettin' shorter

Mask on, but this no corona

Car five hunnid, no Daytona

Wicked, wicked, wicked, she's a witch up in the kitchen

Gold-diggin', got you sipping, on that potion that she mixin'

Sippin' on that LSD, gave a paranormal vision

Seein' ghosts like she's a preacher, talkin' like some type of vixen

Pupils lookin' like she got two opals for some eyeballs (Eyeballs)

Took a hit and punched a hole straight through the door, oh hell nah (Hell nah)

Left my silhouette permanently in the dry wall

Tried to sex it at the peak, but I can't fuck her, she got dry walls

Over and out of my head, but it ain't over with yet (Yeah)

When I took off on that train, I ain't buy me a ticket back, I just left (Left)

Killin' this thirty pack boy, fuckin' these drugs to death

Jim Morrison's on the floor again, I'm soarin', I'm puttin' myself to bed

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

Play with me and you's a goner

My checks never gettin' shorter

Mask on, but this no corona

Car five hunnid, no Daytona

Before I put it up, I had to get a look at that pack

When I wake up, gotta roll me a blunt

Before I leave the room, I had to go check that purse

I don't trust these hoes, I ain't slipped up once

Before I go to bed, I dose up with that stack

Stackin' up, too much M's, tryna win

I get it in, get it in till I leave this earth

And we just gettin' started when they prayin' we end

I had a lot of people tell me to slow down

But all I ever did was speed up mo'

Had a lot of people tell me I do too much

I ain't get here tryin' to please you folks

I don't want to hear, buddy you ain't my type

'Cause I'm the type that's goin' up big

We can never be ghost, you don't get my curse

When I lift this fire up, grave, they dig

Before I put it up, I had to get a look at that pack

When I wake up, gotta roll me a blunt

Before I leave the room, I had to go check that purse

I don't trust these hoes, I ain't slipped up once

Before I go to bed, I dose up with that stack

Stackin' up, too much M's, tryna win

I get it in, get it in till I leave this earth

And we just gettin' started when they prayin' we end

I had a lot of people talk, but

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

You can't slow down me, this what you wanted to be

I fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with the speed

Play with me and you's a goner

My checks never gettin' shorter

Mask on, but this no corona

Car five hunnid, no Daytona

Been A Problem lyrics - yelawolf

[Yelawolf:]

Yeah, uh, look

Been a lotta, been a lotta haters call it quits

Bin Laden, been with this head-wrappin' shit

Been a lotta, been a lotta warnings, but I just

Bend a lotta, bend a lotta corners in that whip

Squirt 'til that trigger finger make that thirty-eight squirt

Fifty-one and fifty, bitch, I'm crazy like my net worth

Oh, you stupid, boy, you lookin' silly

Talkin' shit about the Wolf, I'll knock that fruit up out your nugget

Student, make a pupil educated

Droppin' LSD and makin' pupils dilated

Take a breather, the best of y'all ain't fuckin' with me neither

Born in December, rock a hoodie, bring a heater

Too cold, no silver spoon up in the soup bowl

Lotta cabinets elaborate, I don't even know

How to open up the champagne bottle on the shelf

Shots of King Louie when they told me I should sip

Yup, stay slum, that's a promise

That ain't just an honor to the fallen, it's a homage

No bondage, the Chevrolet is blacker than the onyx

On the pinky ring, partner, don't tell me to be honest

'Cause I ain't never lied to kick it with you fuckin' lames

If it ain't the truth then I don't say a fuckin' thing

Wood grippin' like the handle on the meat cleaver

Swingin' like a killer to this beat, I'm a beef eater

Pigs too, fuck you, bacon, chicken, fish

Eat that pussy, but I don't eat with no pussy bitch

Peelin' out, wheels smokin' like this mic cord

White walls like the inside of a psych ward

[Yelawolf:]

Been a lotta, been a lotta haters call it quits

Bin Laden, been with this head-wrappin' shit

Been a lotta, been a lotta warnings, but I just

Bend a lotta, bend a lotta corners in that whip

[Caskey:]

Ayy, been a problem

And I'm cool with all the shooters 'cause I been around 'em

Black sheep but my gang good, Dennis Rodman

Tried to cross, what's the score? I forget about 'em, uh, ayy

[Caskey:]

I been on my diamond, pinky ring shit, now check the kingship

And I tatted up the face so I look distinguished

So my enemies know I ain't hidin', get relinquished

Hold my forty-five to loose lips, they love to sink ships

I go real raw, and my lips look like the package, sealed off

All that talkin' on the internet shit get you killed off

This Glock hit you in the head, it's like a steel ball

I'm the same kid that had the xanax in the pill jar

Tantalizin', count the money twice, over-analyzin'

Got the call, ain't just hit her walls, man, I'm vandalizin'

She got it on herself, it look like hand sanitizer

You goin' broke, homie, I can't advise ya

Bitch, I made gold with the dirt that they gave me

Yeah, I'm an old soul who done signed under Baby

And me and Yelawolf made this tape so there ain't no debatin', ayy

We the hardest rappers ever came after Shady, uh-uh

That's a invitation to you imitators

Make an example outta you, you be a demonstrator

'Cause I've been all around the world and never been a hater

Knock your lights out and turn my power on, generator

[Yelawolf:]

Been a lotta, been a lotta haters call it quits

Bin Laden, been with this head-wrappin' shit

Been a lotta, been a lotta warnings, but I just

Bend a lotta, bend a lotta corners in that whip

[Caskey:]

Ayy, been a problem

And I'm cool with all the shooters 'cause I been around 'em

Black sheep but my gang good, Dennis Rodman

Tried to cross, what's the score? I forget about 'em

Billy And The Purple Datson lyrics - yelawolf

[Yelawolf:]

That ball, no park shit

That Billy Crystal Meth shit

Scotch paper, plaid pattern on the present box

Quarter-pounder swag, bud, post office dropped

No creases, this motherfucker, he wrap great

Hell if I know how to open up this tape

Threw the seatbelt across that duffle and kept mine unbuckled

Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble

I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles

Freon inside of this plastic bag, it'll make me chuckle

Murderous thompson mobbin', with a green plastic shade

Over my visor, watchin' these cops inside of that purple Datsun

Keep the door locked, man, they can keep knockin'

I got a briefcase full of cash and a paper bag full of oxycontin

Light up a rollie and I drop a deuce

I cock a twenty-two, I'm the trailer park 2Pac off of "Juice"

Plus I got Memphis blood, don't knock the blue suede shoes

I got that Memphis plug to drop on you, say who? (Mafia)

Them hot boys are on the clock, I'm with it

Hot like the swine up out my mama's skillet

Hot like the sauna silkwood

Cocked and locked inside, you sealed your fate, I'm killin'

Breed like you lost your children

Sting like a cut against assaulted women

You're lookin' throwed like a margarita, it's hard to read ya

I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter

Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up

Soldier by any means, so many stripes that I don't buy Adidas

[Caskey:]

Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid

When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade

When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away

Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today

Not today, yeah, just got a call from Billy Crystal

Said he got him a issue and I owe him one

So he need to hold onto the pistol

As I left from the trap

Stop by the gunsafe 'cause I got so many I could sift through

We don't beef on Facebook or tweet the playbook

'Cause we really gon' come get you

Ayy, it's unobliged

As I'm ridin' down I-95 with a look on my face and it say homicide

Overdose on the drugs last week

Almost died at the peak but I still come alive

Got the drive like I played nine holes

But the only nine here is the nine on my side

You don't wanna get shot nine times

Man, you pussy, but you still don't got nine lives

My compass ain't pointin' at true north

Might be the xanax that done crept in the system

Backlist, smokin' on newports, bumpin' Too $hort

'Cause a bitch can't get a dollar up out me

You better ask your mother 'bout me

I sip Creekwater when I'm runnin' out tea

Bumpin' Young Thug really bring the gunna out me

Bumpin' into y'all really bringin' up the summer out me

Meanin' I'm hot as South Beach

You gon' need sun tan lotion

A gun stamp, totin' fifty grand with your hand open

This direction came from the big man smokin'

You want beef, I'll split big man open

Trigger squeeze when the wrist band soakin'

You gettin' hit up 'cause the hitman spoken

Now we on yo' ass like Deion Sanders when they pass

Parkin' next to neon lights

Steppin' on you peons right

The second that we exit cab

I got the blood stains on my Slumerican flag

We took his money and his heroin bag

Me and Yelawolf steppin' on trappers

And sonnin' rappers, it's apparent I'm dad (bitch)

So breakin' the rules is ill advised

You better go get familiarized

What comes around goes around, ceilin' fan

I've been around this block like a million times

So whether we talkin' 'bout villain rhymes

Or the kilograms, got a million lines

Y'all can keep wastin' that money on bullshit

And I'ma keep countin' and pinnin' mine

Do what I gotta do to get mo', do what I gotta do to get paid

When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade

When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far away

Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today

[Yelawolf:]

Not today, yeah, blacksheep

Don't make me send my lil brother in, motherfucker

Caskey, Slumerican

Catfish, Billy

Turn Up In Tijuana lyrics - yelawolf

Yeah, hola, uh

Hola, we're lookin' to leave with a, boatload of pot

(That's right, get it, get it)

Yelawolf Blacksheep

We gon' turn up in Tijuana, turn up, turn up, turn up

Tijuana, bitch, hehe

Tijuana, bitch, yeah, yeah

Movin' south mula

I'm on a trip, it's a long day

I've been trippin' in the hallway

Cadillac drippin', I'm rollin' wet

I got the whip and the valet

I took a dose and I got bumped

Down in the club with a few bucks

I brought a goon to the party too

Bitch, don't even try me, you lookin' tough

I'm on that crease, I'm on that Cheap Trick

Got the ACDC up in the speakers

Rock 'n' roll up on the beaches, Sandman

Sleepin' till noon when I just went to bed on the street, shit

Lay my body on a pile of leaves with a pound of weed underneath my head 'cause I need rest

She was sayin' "God almighty" with a soothin' polished accent

Maybe Spanish, I said "damn it this is oochie wally"

Crucial, body loose as two big shoes on baby feet

I've been with that stripper like five days this week

We gon' turn up in Tijuana (all day)

Got the pesos, find the pack, go get your runner

Meet me on that dirt block for the order

We gon' run some of this weight back 'cross the border

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

Fuck the runnin', lost the passport

Payin' police at the border

Good thing I don't carry nothin' less than a dub

'Cause I can't be reachin' for quarters

You reachin' for somethin' on me

And then somebody gon' have to speak to reporters

But I ain't worried, ironically all of my haters are secret supporters

My feet on the entré

And my head in the clouds off a hit of that LSD

And I'm on Bombay

And all of these marks that's inside of my ears let you know

That I do go the wrong way

I'm numero uno on Broadway

I body a sumo in broad day

You spot me then you know the enclave

I was brushin' up on the Spanish with a handful of Xanax

Me and a couple of outlaws enter the annex

Put the whole city into a panic

I knew we was somewhere else when she put the X pill into her panties

And I took the next pill, now we on one, now we back in Miami

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

Got the pesos, find the pack, go get your runner

Meet me on that dirt block for the order

We gon' run some of this weight back 'cross the border

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

Ah, yeah, who is that? Who is that? Who is that?

They know where the Slumerican crew is at

They wanna come see how we measure up

Measure me, you ain't gettin' your ruler back

Born on the block, I ain't stupid

Gotta call out the bitch like a puma

Nothin' new in this hoop' but the language

But the Glock is speakin' fluent

When I roll up tobacco inside a gazebo

I'm sippin' this cold Margarita

Got a blonde hoe inside of a taco truck

Tellin' me that she want my burrito

Maybe later I can squeeze her

She's a lemon drop, yeah, tin a top

But whether I choose to attend or not

She'll be comin' to fuck by ten o'clock

I can't depend on the box

But she givin' top that hotter than Wasabi

Black Gucci belt

And I'm puttin' wax on her ass like Mr. Miyagi

Jumped out the stable

It's a Ferrari, and I get down on the Harley

When it start, I ain't hearin' 'em hardly

Die tryna be the life of the party

Wide-eyed, tryna parallel park it

Crashed twice, tryna exit the market

I'm a lone star and a pornstar

Hunnids on the floor, lay in the carpet

Homie show up once a month

With a check for me like we rentin' apartments

Try to get a refund

And I forward the call 'cause that ain't my department

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

Got the pesos, find the pack, go get your runner

Meet me on that dirt block for the order

We gon' run some of this weight back 'cross the border

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We gon' turn up in Tijuana

We ain't goin' back broke, bitch

Cookies lyrics - yelawolf (feat. Cook Up Boss)

Owee, uh, ouh yeah

Haha, ouh yeah, owee, bitch

(In the kitchen and it's Taysty)

Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me

Shawty was actin' too boujee

When she see the car that I'm in

And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Owee)

I think I know why they lookin'

You gotta have you a check just to book me

I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

Too much room in the Maybach

She don't know what to do with herself

Pulled up clean, A-jacks

She on that white red like a patty melt

And her Rolex tell where the date at

In the city where I know all the hate at

Lightweight, but you know where the weight at

The pack touch down, I'ma fuckin' Tom Brady that

Touch down, touch now

Heavy buzz, too much Crown

Heater on my waist and it weigh fo' pounds

Silence on the gun so it make no sounds

Push you on the snow like a old red sled

I turned her down like a hotel bed

She want the red like she's in for a year

What she in for? Infrared

I'm workin' my shit, I'm poppin' my shit

Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' my shit

I'm clutchin' my shit, I'm bussin' my shit

Told y'all, don't fuck with my shit

CookUpBoss, I'm really lit

Got rich off talkin' shit

Fucked around and get ya hit

And fucked your bitch, you lil fuckin' bitch

Look, shit cool till it ain't cool

I told y'all I ain't no rapper, yeah

Puttin' your gun on Instagram

I can tell you ain't no stepper

I be on the PJ in my PJs

And some Gucci slides and my carry-on

That's a hunnid thou'

I'm a lil nigga, money Shaq size, she know the vibe

Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me

Shawty was actin' too boujee

When she see the car that I'm in

And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Owee)

I think I know why they lookin'

You gotta have you a check just to book me

I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

Yeah, mushroom, bada-boom-bada-bing

Takin' doors down, I'm a boss, I'm a king

That dope, have your bitch up on the pole

She groom in a row, on the road with the team, that pro

I'm too cold, need a coat

Spill my guts out, scratchy throat

Cough on a coffin, killin' 'em often

Should've been a hit, paid up and go

The pirate arrived in a white '95

I apply what I write to a code

Cocaine on the seats, propane on the beat

I'm a flame to the heat, you cold

Old school like a log in a blue stove

No fools want a problem with you-know

No tools in the box, you can't screw me

No crew got a pocket for loose holes

Lame rappers, fuck outta here

Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me

Shawty was actin' too boujee

When she see the car that I'm in

And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Owee)

I think I know why they lookin'

You gotta have you a check just to book me

I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

McQueen Fiend (Remix) lyrics - yelawolf

Got it out the mud

They caught my hands red but that's because they covered in the blood

Of my enemies, they suckin' up my energy enough

Yeah, this gun light, but it's gonna heavily erupt

I'm a, God's child but my bank like a Rothschild

They see the balance, prob'ly wonder why I'm hostile

They hear the verse and can't believe that it's a freestyle

I freed myself from sellin' powdered grams and weed piles

I don't cease fire, I shoot until they retire

Raise the bar again and make 'em reach higher

I son a rapper every time I let a beat expire

I'm beatin' down the door for everything that we desire

I'm in the house and doin' kush-ups

You wanna see a star, well then come and look at me, you don't look up

I'm plugged in, it's effortless for me to get the hook up

And just as effortless for me and Yelawolf to cook up

I'm a McQueen fiend, I never turn on the team

I turned the TV off to turn on my own dreams

I turn the book of faith, I'm burnin' it at the seams

And I look nice but everything ain't what it seems

I'm a McQueen fiend, I'm lit, I'm off lean

I'm gon' get so rich, I tip my offspring

I went from down bad and fits with tall t's

To whips that's so fast, I can't control speed

You can't control me

I'm movin' through the city at my own speed

Man, I heard that y'all was hatin' on the new ride

You just mad I ain't the old me

Old me, owee

Yeah, fuckin' with the old me

Old me was a killer now I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi

Took off on that chopper with your girl in open toes

Had her screamin' in the orange grove, yellin' at the OG

Oh, gee, too much product on the table

Had to delegate the weight, left a couple out disabled

Couldn't keep up with the hustle shouldn't run out with the players

On the court with all them ballers with the hand to rock the cradle

Sleep, sleepin' on me, keep 'em quiet, never wake 'em

When this heavy wind is blowin', they retire, I replace 'em

The fallen leaves up under me, they pile up when I rake 'em

I burn 'em like a chief, c'est la vie, I do not save 'em

Put in work, especially for those who in the earth

When I pass the torch I want my light to be deserved

Therefore when I offer up my time, don't go blind

Wear your aviators for the radiation of my purge

I'm a star, the God's sun with the God's son

In that box, son, not a Datson, get it right

I'm a star, the odd one with the rock one

And my clock spun backwards in time, Jim Morrison

A star, chrome on the dirty car

And I wouldn't give a hater porridge in a dirty jar

But I give a prayer to Allah

And if Jesus wanna save you, he can do it when I'm off

Kanye got 'em busy and I'm sweepin' up the halls

On the clock with every angel that's available to brawl

Do your job, the gate is opened up, who got a sword

You got an automatic and I've got a mic cord

Do your job, Slumerican, you fuckin' with the mob

Drop a million in the bank before the private plane take off

I wouldn't say it if it wasn't real, that ain't the cause

That's cause and effect, success, no applause

That's Forbes magazine, creekwater, no pause

Just red light runnin', Elohim, green gods, I'm an alien

Open lyrics - yelawolf (feat. DJ Paul)

Chop it up

Chop it up

Chop it up

DJ Paul, KOM

She so open, we so open

She so open, we so open

She so open, soon as I pulled out, mane, that thing was still open

Waffle house style, twenty-fo' seven-

Okay, okay, okay

This liquor that's in my system got me spinnin' and talkin' venom

Walkin' through the parkin' lot, dive in the bar, like I'm swimmin'

'Scuse me, bitch, out my way, no security's in my face

Part the seas with my clique, look at this fool, fuck you say?

Never been scared of no hood, never been shook by no hate

Runnin' my town solo dolo, ready to die, testin' fate

Mama's boy, outta my mind, Travis Barker, Psycho White

Barely full, ate that money but I can't fill my appetite

'Cause I am all about that hustle (can't stop, I'm)

All about the trouble (and I might just)

Push up on your bitch (like I am)

All about that muscle (I got that)

Mafia inside me (Three 6 and)

Memphis right beside me (this ain't no)

Ladder worth you climbing (no, bitch, you)

Ain't about to try me ('cause we just)

Double up, double up, triple up, triple up

Jump a motherfucker like a trampoline

Pour it up, pour it up, in a cup, fill it up

Drink a motherfucker under the sea

You dissin', dissin', bitchin', bitchin', dealin', barely copin'

I wish you would, I'm wishin', hopin', twenty-fo' seven, we stay

Open, we so open

She so open, we so open

She so open, soon as I pulled out, mane, that thing was still open

Waffle house style, twenty-fo' seven, we stay open

Me and the blue cheese elopin'

Rolled through Winter Springs and we're lookin' like kings

Some teens that we gotta put hope in

Man, the car came through so sick

That shit wasn't my whip, would've thought it was COVID

Strap hangin' off my hip

Shots tryna get in my grip, would've thought I owed it

Folks get shot everyday 'round here

Prob'ly best you don't try to play 'round here

Homeboys doin' stakeouts

You're only A1 if you keepin' you a K 'round here

Man, I zip that down, they don't see my nuts

Y'all buyin' fake-ass zips of the runts

Reason I know 'cause my homeboys all repackage

No actavis, in the streets we active

I am all about the hustle (can't match me)

Red dot on your head, it (ain't acne)

Who the hottest in the city?

Well, that depend on who you askin'

I keep my gun handy

Y'all done opened up a can of worms with me, it's uncanny

Off the drugs 'cause I'm liable to try to kill you pussies off of one xanny

To the opps plotted, like the money, had to stretch it

How you s'posed to win? Yo' package gettin' intercepted

I send them shots again, the first time, you ain't get the message

Don't know when it's gon' end so every day should count yo' blessings

And every day I stay open

C'est La Vie lyrics - yelawolf

[Caskey:]

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

(Beats by Choc)

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

Dark clouds over my head

That I can't seem to get away from

Lately, I'm so obsessed for the way out

God don't hurry up and I give it, I'ma make one

Man, I had a lot of homeboys comin' in the game

But I realize there's a lot of fake ones

People gettin' obsessed with your success

Man, that shit sucks when they really start to hate ya

Just for bein' the best that you can

I wasn't meant for bein' on the press in the van

I was meant to see award shows, not to foreclose

I can't help it, I was blessed with a plan

And I put the most work in

You like a bitch that just want a Birkin

'Cause you're bad but you never spend a day workin'

Gotta cut the grass low when the snakes lurkin'

And they mostly disguised as friends

Jealousy, you wanna ride the Benz

Put you in a compromised situation

Leave you outside on the dry pavement

But they never get this information

What's meant for you don't escape you

So as long as y'all hatin' on me and my blessings

You will never ever have a breakthrough

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

[Yelawolf:]

Yeah, I left 'em in a small town, poutin'

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, doubtin'?

I'm 50 Cent, relentlessness

Get Rich or Die, and I'm prowlin'

Wolf, fifty thousand out shoutin'

See a sea of people starin' at the steeple

Because I lived on that cross

Now I got a pack of wolves all howlin'

Ain't no rest in the midnight

Ain't no sleep for a dreamer

Don't build steps for a skipper

And I don't build walls for a leaner

I don't give credit out easy

So take that shit to the bank

You doin' anything to please me

But I already got a full tank

Don't gas me up

Walk behind me then trash me up

If I let you live and just kick it still

You'll pull me down until you pass me up

So fuck new friends (Fuck new friends)

Fuck 'em all, let God forgive 'em, I don't

Wanna get a spot back in this clique

Bitch, no you won't, bitch, no you won't

[Caskey:]

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

Motherfuckers been hatin' on me

Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie

Tat Shop lyrics - yelawolf

[Caskey:]

At the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"

One for my haters and another for my old homies

Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me

And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

Yeah, washin' the money, I'm doin' the laundry

Ain't come out of Palm Beach

Where a million dollars was in arm's reach

Come from a city

Where oxycontin turned a lot of people into zombies

Where you can't even buy a charm piece

Without someone ringing the alarm, please

Now I got the car keys

And my homie, Kilo, in the car seat

Tryin' not to fall victim

To a long list of my city RIPs

Momma said I should've stayed home

With my eyes stayin' on the wide screen

But I stay with a homie with the red flag

And he ain't a right wing

Peace to the gods, cowboy hat

Wanna draw on me, strap make 'em reach for the stars

Homeboy still tryna reach through the bars

So I made one call, told me do the cause

Outlined chalk

Only thing y'all gon' get tryna come be beefin' with ours

Seen through the tough talk, weed through the mudwater

Somehow, I remain king through it all

Recall, days I was in dazed, on free fall

I ain't even have change for a meatball

At the Days Inn, days on grease ball

Then I turned me the page, I'm done waitin'

So much weight, should stay at the default

When you work this hard, man, they can't discard ya

'Cause they know you came for the result, okay, okay?

At the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"

One for my haters and another for my old homies

Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me

And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

[Yelawolf:]

Yeah, at the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"

Your baby momma lookin', she gon' put that skull on me

Guaranteed, vampire on my neck, she bury teeth

Married me, divorce her by sunrise, every week

She gon' need to cool down, know that I got fans by her

I put it down, I stick it up, she put them hands higher

Boss, I got you, I'm a boss when I say "and hired"

Recruit the soldier, roll her over, and fired

Player, player, playboy, never rock a suit and tie

But I valet that pussy, park you with my eighty-five

Oh, that's a pro, off the hook, like a coat

I don't pass out none of my digits, just the tickets to my show

Mucho mucho, thank you much, ATL, I got the cuts

Sneaky freaky 'bout that love, I don't want love, I want a slut

Be my ace, be my queen, be my anything I need

And I may put your initials on my skin, permanently, permanently

[Caskey:]

At the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"

One for my haters and another for my old homies

Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me

And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

Million Dollar Deal lyrics - yelawolf

[Caskey:]

(In the kitchen and it's Taysty)

[Yelawolf:]

I just shook a million dollar deal and I never left the crib

I ain't into flexin' bread, I'm just sayin' shit is real

Got accountants on the line, man, I don't even see the bills

Creek Water comin' up, all I did was crack the seal

I remember EBT, food stamps for a meal

Had to use a fuckin' grill to put heat up in the crib

Baby momma hanging clothes out on the fence back in the hills

Comin' home with barely nothin' after workin' it for years

Workin' hard till all my peers dropped off like fallen tears

Didn't have no time to play, I was playin' with them fears

If I do not get the break to get the fuck up outta here

I'ma run up in that bank and show the teller heavy steel, yeah

Success means nothin' less

Than happiness and peace, and for me, that's a private jet

Not because I think that money could come save my soul

But just because I want to wrap that bitch in Mossy Oak

[Caskey:]

I done shook a million dollar deal

Knee deep in the water, but I had it up to here

Baptized in the hustle, I've been steady stackin' bills

Go to sleep, then wake up to the sound of vacuum seals

I done shook a million dollar deal

Knee deep in the water, but I had it up to here

Baptized in the hustle, I've been steady stackin' bills

Go to sleep, then wake up to the sound of vacuum seals

Y'all wonder why can't nobody stop him

'Cause I was just fifteen

Watchin' pops deteriorate off the oxycontin

I was just ten

When my older sister and all of her homies were Molly poppin'

Outer body, lookin' at myself go the wrong way

Damn it, I gotta stop him

Okay, my pops was a rollin' stone

No wonder I rolled so far away from home

Don't even let nobody close to me

'Cause I'm always feelin' like there's somethin' wrong

Family got me paranoid

That out the blue, somebody'll tear a void

So big inside my heart

That suffocatin' somethin' that I can't avoid

Walls bigger than the walls of China

I took down all your pictures

And I'm 'bout to cover up the tattoos

Hurtin' 'cause they all reminders

Of somethin' I'll never see again

Lately, don't know what I'm believin' in

I'm just tryna find peace

And these folks all here are dramatic as CNN

Piece on the left side

Deposit slip came from Chase

Never know when a reaper is comin' to get me

So ain't a single day to waste

And, motherfucker I done wasted enough of my youth years

I had the odds stacked against me, I should've been broke

But truth is

I done shook a million dollar deal

Knee deep in the water, but I had it up to here

Baptized in the hustle, I've been steady stackin' bills

Go to sleep, then wake up to the sound of vacuum seals

I done shook a million dollar deal

Knee deep in the water, but I had it up to here

Baptized in the hustle, I've been steady stackin' bills

Go to sleep, then wake up to the sound of vacuum seals

Ghetto Cowboy (2019)

Mama Wolf lyrics - yelawolf

If I come to where you at, this is it

There's no stopping me

You will not get in my way; no one will get in my way

I just took off running and I ran up to him and wrapped his hair around my wrist three times

And just started wailing on him

He was like, "Oh no, Ms. Sheila! Don't do this, Ms. Sheila! I respect you, Ms. Sheila! You fucking cunt! God's watching you!"

All in the same breath, he would say that to me

And he wiggled away from me at one point and Shine had her 9 on her - I didn't have my weapon on me, thank God

And I said, "Shoot him, Shine! Shoot him! Shoot him in the leg, don't let him get away!"

And he was like, "Don't shoot me, Ms. Shine. Please don't shoot me, Ms. Shine."

I just wrapped his hair around my wrist and just drug him through the parking lot, just kicking the shit out of him, and just like beating him just as hard as I could

"He called the police, Sheila. He called the police. They're coming." And I was like - I didn't give a shit

I smiled from ear to ear in my mug shot

I didn't call for boots on the ground, I didn't call for any of that bullshit, I can handle this shit myself

Just, argh!

I didn't even need a weapon. But yeah, I mean, I'd like to have another go at him, you know?

[*Gunshot*]

Ghetto Cowboy!

Unnatural Born Killer lyrics - yelawolf

Okay, okay

I'm pullin' that chopper out that driveway, the tires leavin' prints

My denim is bloodstained still, last night was a close range hit

Bar room is emptyin' smoke, billowing from the chimney tip

Back wall of the concrete drips, Creek Water in the flask, it get sipped

Okay, these bitches acting rude, bandana is tied on my head

Got a knot in that knapsack, hangin' out the side, you see red

Opiate Taylor is trashy, Slumerican born to be trashy

They took my ass to the city, I just don't know how to act classy

Black feather hangin' out that hat, just so them punks see me comin'

From a tribe called broke, so I'm not breakin' or runnin'

Fuck all that racism, bitch, and who the fuck you roll with

I'm a white boy from the South, but I'm on some new South shit

It's unnatural

I'm unnatural

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born, (Okay, okay)

Okay, that cigarette is burnin', inhaling secondhand smoke

The paper walls of the trailer dilapidated and broke

There's Dickie suits in my closet, back to the same old shit

And I'm either flippin' that weight or your boy is hittin' a lick

My chain done fell off the sprocket, rims all crooked and wobbly

But I can't quit while they watching, so I gotta keep rollin' and rockin'

Drive it like I stole it then drop it off, let 'em hold it and chop it

Gotta get my cut like a pocket knife for the bucket off top, and yeah

Bitch, to the rim, no more fishin' for bream

I'm 'bout to take the great white, go make soup with its fins

I ain't got time, bitch, I'm tied up like no loose ends

To the fake motherfuckers around me

I need no new friends, that's unnatural

Yeah, I'm unnatural

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born killer

Unnatural born

Opie Taylor lyrics - yelawolf

Well, mama sent me down to the MAPCO

BC powders and a bag of tobacco

Said her boss was an asshole

She been on the line just breakin' her back though

I need a rope with a lasso

To catch a pot of gold and get past the hassle

To get my mama a castle

A pink Cadillac with the matching tassels

Take my daddy off of that backhoe

Send him down to Florida to fish on a bass boat

And a truck to match so

He can roll around town pullin' his bass boat

Lord, I'm a dreamer, I can't pay her

She'll be on the line till daddy can come save her

Could've been rich, a star, a ballplayer

But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Opie Taylor

But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Opie Taylor

But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Well a quarter pound of pot in a shoebox

Got five grand stuffed in a tube sock

Ain't got no fucking credit to use

I paid cash for my car at the used lot

Small town trapped in a sinkhole

Still keepin' it cool in the pistol

Me and dope's like green to a pickle

Yeah, folk, like a haystack to a sickle

Never brought back home a report card

Spent more time in court, dog

But in this little town, it's a short fall

Still servin' out, jump off the porch, dawg

I just blow the smoke in the air

Raised by pirates, curse like a sailor

Could probably get a job if I cut my hair

But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Opie Taylor

But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Opie Taylor

But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

(Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor

(Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor

(Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor

(Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor

Box Chevy 7 lyrics - yelawolf

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Yeah, oh (Oh)

If I see two Maybachs, I'ma park it in the middle

Throw my keys at the park attendant, "Get 'em"

No ID, I'ma walk up through the middle

Candy-coated whip like a pocket full of Skittles

Money in my pocket but I don't know how to act right

Glock in the glove box like a flashlight

Cub in the mop-top in the back like

'Zilla gorilla, he's a killer, that's night-night

Legends in the fall

Got me a Chevy, baby, and I'ma let it crawl

Got me a pack ready, and I'ma make a call

Given your racks ready and maybe we can talk, y'all

Know we get down

Motherfuckers in East Nashville done got beat up, yeah

Talkin' shit on the woozy, got cracked

Left him on his back, left his fucking feet up, we just

Bad motherfuckers

Bad motherfuckers, yeah

Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song

Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong

So give me that Loc in the tone

Ghetto cowboy stay ready, all night long let 'em mop

I hear 'em talkin', gawkin' when they see me walkin' to my

1979, 1979 (Box)

I see you stalkin', hawkin' with your coffin over my

1979, 1979 (Box)

You mad, I can tell it, tell it 'cause you jealous over my

1979, 1979 (Box)

I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin' from my

1979

If I get drunk I'ma leave her, come and pick her up tomorrow

Don't get behind the wheel if I'm pickin' up a bottle

Never roll the dice but, yeah, I hit the Lotto

Slum to the dirt, boy, livin' by the motto

Catfish Billy trappin' out the Amoco

Rebel, I'm a rebel like David Allen Coe

Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? "No, child, no"

Legends in the fall

Never go back to being broke, not at all

Got a Gold plaque up on the studio wall

I had to go back to get it from my papa, uh

Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, uh

A recipe for disaster, put the beat up

Me and the Chevy's like pastors to Jesus

A haystack, I'm that needle, we just

Bad motherfuckers

Bad motherfuckers, yeah

Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song

Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong

So give me that Loc in the tone

Ghetto cowboy stay ready, all night long let 'em mop

I hear 'em talkin', gawkin' when they see me walkin' to my

1979, 1979 (Box)

I see you stalkin', hawkin' with your coffin over my

1979, 1979 (Box)

You mad, I can tell it, tell it 'cause you jealous over my

1979, 1979 (Box)

I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin' from my

1979 (Box), 1979 (Box)

I hear 'em talkin', gawkin' when they see me walkin' to my

1979, 1979 (Box)

I see you stalkin', hawkin' with your coffin over my

1979, 1979 (Box)

You mad, I can tell it, tell it 'cause you jealous over my

1979, 1979 (Box)

I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin' from my (From my)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Oh (Oh)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up)

1979, oh (Oh)

Here I Am lyrics - yelawolf

I'm the dude

I'm the dude

Catfish Billy's on premium gas, I'm fuckin' heavin' with cash

I sprayed the ceiling with Louie, gave the ceiling a bath

Oh, you catchin' feelings, homie? Ease it on back

Catch smoke from a young gun you gonna have to breathe in a mask

Frat boy, are you in need of an ass whoopin'?

'Cause the way you lookin' makes me helium laugh

Even a grad student tryna be prudent will get tossed even as trash

Top of the morning to ya, oh, I'm so different to ya

Hopin' you prayed this morning, that you said, "Hallelujah"

Malcolm, you in the middle, your algorithm is screwed up

Yeah, Mark Zuckerberg, I'm tattooed up, here I am

Here I am

Sittin' here

In my chair

Mindin' my own business, this ain't even fair

What you said

I don't care

I don't want no problems (I'ma whoop— whoop— I'ma whoop—)

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass I swear

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

You done woke up a sleeping giant, a heap of lions

You done stuck your hand on a pot that's still fryin'

I done been down this road so many times

That I could drive it blindfolded, drunk, drop gears and hill climb it

Bitch, when I yell out (Uh-oh)

Slumerican squad up, motherfucker, (Uh-oh), salute the low lifes

You all up on me, you gamblin' that's it no price

To be game, 'cause I got snake eyes on both dice

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

I'm still hungry but humble, so let me buy you dinner

Swipe that black card over your shoulder, God damn

These conservative fucking yuppies, man, but here I am

Here I am

Sittin' here

In my chair

Mindin' my own business, this ain't even fair

What you said

I don't care

I don't want no problems (I'ma whoop— whoop— I'ma whoop—)

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass I swear

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair

I'ma whoop this motherfucker's ass, I swear

Get up

Better tighten your lip up

I don't give a damn about none of your crew

I'm about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya (Uh-oh)

Got a belly full of liquor (Uh-oh)

And I don't give a damn about none of your crew

I'm about to do what daddy used to do

I'll get up

Better tighten your lip up

I don't give a damn about none of your crew

I'm about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya (Uh-oh)

Got a belly full of liquor (Uh-oh)

Still Ridin' lyrics - yelawolf

Since I left ain't too much changed

Yeah, except for the pilot

First-class virgin, wanna ride in purple-violet?

Well stick beside your boy, I'll put a word in

Sneak you behind the curtain while I VIP park my bourbon

If the Slums can't party, then fuck it

We'll take the parking lot and then throw a thirty rock in a bucket

My folks looking like Joe Dirt with that curb service

That LSD trip shit, bitch, is your knees hurtin'?

Blue skies, black suede leather

Bumpin' Pink Floyd in May weather

Windows down on that grey Monte Carlo

Embedded rubber on concrete, leavin' trails on the paved letters

On that Powell-Peralta concave

I kick, push through childhood, I've come of age

Ask me how I'm doin', the shit is gold, really, though

Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho)

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

(Yeah, yeah)

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah)

We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We still ridin'

Like a Clydesdale chariot, beatin' these 808s up, up, up

Area 51, Paganistic and alien

No Christian Dior adorns the native son

Drippin' Dixie since '81

Sippin' whiskey since Raekwon spit hit page one

Nerd shit, that gamma-ray gun

That any day come, fuck a rap punk sucker, I'm a bum

Tornado picked up my trailer, I'm in a new zone

How do you go from group home to Luke Combs?

'Cause I'm a Matrix in itself, a true song

Plus I hit the Oracle up, red or a blue phone (Marshall)

Yeah, and I made it with little profit

I got an eye from a wizard because I stake the pocket

Ask me how I'm doing, this shit is gold, really, though

Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho)

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs

To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load

Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low

We still ridin' (Still ridin')

(Yeah, yeah)

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah)

We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah)

Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We still ridin'

Lightning lyrics - yelawolf

Man look at this shit

I know, right? It's crazy

I wish the storm would just blow this motherfucker away

Why you say that?

Serious, man, I hate this fuckin' town

You know Bobby needs you at the job, right?

Man, fuck him

Fuck Bobby? I thought you liked Bobby

I'm gettin' the fuck out of here, man

Okay

Watch

Yeah, Tommy just got out of jail (Got out of jail? Got out of jail)

Two months he couldn't make bail (Couldn't make bail? Couldn't make bail)

Here we sit, whiskey bent, freestylin' over cricket chirps

He would spit, then I went, loaded gun, death we flirt

Leave it up to the Baptist church, me and him are scum of the Earth

Feelin' like two millionaires with a hundred dollar net worth

Topic of discussion is that they know nothin'

They didn't find the other twenty pounds hid in the oven

What happened to me and you? We used to go to Sunday School

And we worked Monday 'til Friday, and sometimes Sunday, too

Five-hundred dollar check and that's no disrespect

But I'm a talent, God damn it, you watch, I'm tellin' you

We had it all mapped out, hip-hop 'til we crashed out

I drank 'til I couldn't walk straight, on the front porch where we passed out

Nothin' but trouble, dealin' with troubles over our sorrow

And the clouds followed, we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like gunshots in the hollow

Echoin' all night through

This is how we shed our problems

Under the southern moon

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue (Yeah)

It's three o'clock in the morning, I got two packs of Parliament Lights and

A dime bag of that 'Bama brick, I just lay in the dark of the night on

The bed of my buddy's truck who got it from his papa back when

He died in a fire rescue and I never asked what happened

We listened to Charlie Daniels, Too $hort and Bob Seger

Sing along to "Night Moves", sippin' on gas station margaritas

Gotta get a good buzz out here, man, nothin' else to do but get high

Put bullet holes in beer cans and talk about how we gonna get by

Some say that dreaming's useless, full of pride and selfishness

Escapin' that mental prison's like climbin' the electric fence

And that's a risk, but a risk I'll take to better with

'Cause through Hell I've been, so success would be just self-defense

I took another swallow, can't share my dream with everybody

And besides, to the factory, I clock in tomorrow

And to my room, I wobble, but the vision I follow

A storm was brewin', we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like gunshots in the hollow

Echoin' all night through

This is how we shed our problems

Under the southern moon

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Just like gunshots in the hollow

Echoin' all night through

This is how we shed our problems

Under the southern moon

Just like lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Lightning in a bottle

Burnin' electric blue

Renegades lyrics - yelawolf

("Ghetto Cowboy" Version)

Sometimes I feel like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel like I'm one in the chamber

Ready to get shot down, shot out

Just one in the chamber ready

Like a loaded gun

I got both wheels on a Harley blazin' a trail in the sunrays

Me and this lady, man, it's like church on a Sunday

I'm off of my rocker, but rock and roll is my papa

Raised me up on this gasoline, Billie Jean was my mama

Broken hearts turned to spoken art, my blood is like lava

Hard as a rock when I'm cold, yet I can flow just like water

Grew up with people that's lethal, grew up with hustling daughters

Mothers and fathers alike, like it or not when you saw us

Live my life like a rebel, the devil's hot on my tracks

But I won't run from my demons, no, I embrace them in fact

So remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves

From entrepreneurs to losers, users and runaways

Ready like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun

From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades

For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same

Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names

For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways

Alcohol in my system to face the system of living

Marijuana rolled up, money on tables for women

For the strippers and divas for those who didn't believe us

We went from single wide homes to homes with twenty foot ceilings

You may say you hate money, money isn't the issue with you

And all of your bullshit, you bullshit me and I miss you

Save your tears for your love, smile when love ain't around

I'm in the booth for my family, yes I'm holding you down

Keep pressing play every day and if they hate, let them hate

Believe in you and that's all you can do, so fuck what they say

And remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves

From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades

Ready like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun

From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades

For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same

Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names

For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways

I feel like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel like I'm one in the chamber

Ready to get shot down, shot out

Just one in the chamber ready

Like a loaded gun

So Long lyrics - yelawolf

You was just a baby girl looking for a new job

I was a typhoon, a cartoon for you to watch

Took you by the belt loop, said "How can I help you?"

How can I assume you would tie me in two knots?

How can I assume you would tie me in two knots?

How can I assume you would tie me in two knots?

All the shit that we went through

Wasn't worth holding on

And you said "So long"

And I said "So long"

All the shit that we went through

Wasn't worth holding on

And you said "So long"

And I said "So—"

You must've been sick of my shit and I never seen it

You must've saw the demon that slipped and then got between us

I thought I was invincible to you inside my zenith

I told you to leave but you know I never really mean it (Mean it)

Yeah, good idea, real fuckin' genius

Leave the one person behind whose love for you is the cleanest (Cleanest)

Or to see whose trash is clingin' to my bullshit

When in fact my grass was the greenest

But me and that bottle was a repeat song

I drug you down that road and the road was long

But I'm about as wrong as one man can be wrong

And all I wanna do now is come back home

'Cause I love you

All the shit that we went through

Wasn't worth holding on

And you said "So long"

And I said "So long"

All the shit that we went through

Wasn't worth holding on

And you said "So long"

And I said "So—"

99 bottles of pain killers all gone

99 reasons I gave you to leave me alone

99 days in a slump, three months and no call

I got 99 problems and I'm the reason for them all

Still the son of a bitch you met, still drinking myself to death

Still stuck tryna find my father, the search isn't helping yet

I sent you a seldom text at night when I seldom rest

But you closed the curtain on me, now I'm just a silhouette

I felt like an animal, but an animal's not a pet

Yeah, it's all fun and games until water's running red

I don't know why I had to hurt myself just to feel regret

But I need you, just tell me that your love isn't finished yet, damn

All the shit that we went through

Wasn't worth holding on

And you said "So long"

And I said "So long"

All the shit that we went through

Wasn't worth holding on

And you said "So long"

And I said "So—"

You was just a baby girl looking for a new job

I was a typhoon, a cartoon for you to watch

Took you by the belt loop, said "How can I help you?"

How can I assume you would tie me in two knots?

How can I assume you would tie me in two knots?

How can I assume you would tie me in two knots?

You And Me lyrics - yelawolf

Black boots, red cup

Brown liquor, no suds

Some bad motherfuckers just rolled up

Yeah

Firecracker, short fuse

I pulled the plug out on you like a corkscrew

No limit, no curfew

Yeah

To get everything I wanted in this lifetime

I had to put my beliefs on the front line

In every song that I sing

It's always been you and me

Tell my baby it'll be another late night

I left work eight hours after midnight

No breaks, no sleep

And it's always been you and me

You know it's always been you and me

Long money, no short change

You're still hatin', poor thing

Middle fingers up, tell you one more thing

Yeah

Ya can't hear me, let me dumb it down

I'm slum by nature from a small town

We tote guns by nature, no showin' out

Yeah

To get everything I wanted in this lifetime

I had to put my beliefs on the front line

In every song that I sing

It's always been you and me

Tell my baby it'll be another late night

I left work eight hours after midnight

No breaks, no sleep

And it's always been you and me

Like a raven over the grave, I get lost over the page

I'm in tune with my spirit, doing shrooms, trip for days

Eighteen with the plats, in the projects with the raps

White boy with the blacks, from the sticks, I crossed the tracks

Rock and roll, rolling stone, daddy left his pistol home

Load it up, shooting bottles off the porch to his songs

I was troubled, I was hurt and it bubbled to the surface

Took it out on writing songs, put that seed up under the dirt

God gave me water (Bless,) two sons and one daughter (Bless)

I prayed and prayed harder (Now I) work hard and play harder, I

Visualize, put thumbtacks over outlines

And when they said I was out of my mind

I put more goals in the pipeline, this is my time

To get everything I wanted in this lifetime

I had to put my beliefs on the front line

In every song that I sing

It's always been you and me

Tell my baby it'll be another late night

I left work eight hours after midnight

No breaks, no sleep

And it's always been you and me

You know it's always been you and me

You know it's always been you and me

A Message From DJ Paul lyrics - yelawolf

[DJ Paul:]

Man, as soon as you said, "break beats", I was all in

Like, shit, I got a whole break beat collection from back in the day because that's all we used to use before we had drum machines

So, shit, you know, I'm old school like that

And guitars, man, I'm a guitar fan, I got one on every wall in this fuckin' house, I got eight of 'em

That "Slumerican Three 6" you produced for me is still one of my favorite solos, man

And I— I want you to do some more of those for me, at least one more

So, man, that shit that we on right now, that's a game changer, man

With these break beats and these guitars like this

This shit sound like real music

Nobody in here probably sound like this right now, man

So you on to something with this one

I'm just hyped at having to be doin' something different, man

Let's get it

Country Rich lyrics - yelawolf

I'm on fire (I'm on fire), from here to Nantucket

I stop, drop, roll, I'ma need an ice bucket

On fire, smoked-out, cookin' with it

Loced out with the spokes poked out, spinnin', on fire

Yeah, Texas concrete up under my tires

Creek Water in my flask take me higher

Yeah, gimme that check on the first and keep it

Wired 'til I tire

I said, Mistabobalina and Mr. Bob Dobalina

Come pick up my mind Mossy Oak and take it to the cleaners

Somewhere in the front next to the Chevy where you seen us

Gettin' mobile hydrated, intravenous, boy

'Cause I got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright

Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright (Alright)

And I just stuffed fifty racks in a can of empty Pringles

Put quarter sacks in the plastic back of a pink flamingo

The new Pirellis back on the Chevy, still coughin' heavy

Burnin' so much rubber I caught the emphysema

Donuts in the parking lot, it's two cops in the parking lot, it's

Too hot to the cop but I'm too hot for the chopping block, uh

B-boy like I'm pop and lockin', country like mom and papa

Yelawolf and DJ Paul, man, these global southern scholars

Better ask your dope man when he's coming

'Cause I got a plug in cleats, yeah, that's how much that he loves running

Drop me in a bucket seat, you can hear the muffler grunting

Glass pipes underneath the dune buggy, dummy

'Cause I got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright

Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright (DJ Paul, Slumafia)

From the projects and the Pyrex to me riding in the finest

I'm a country rich nigga, I finesse you before I finance

I get calls from the finest, even though I might decline it

Got your bitch's pictures in my iCloud, not the climate

Stuck in my county shit, Chevy or the Rolls? I'm undecided

My house ain't got no neighbors, lemme find out it's an island

Bitch, it ain't no way around it, pass the weed like an assignment

Drink a twelve pack in a minute, I'll make Bud Light wanna sign me

I'm a black hillbilly, I put sixes on the Bentley

Climb on top of that motherfucker and I down bottle of Henny

Please excuse my country grammar, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly

It's Tennessee thang, I came up no fucking helpin', ya bitch

Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright

Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright

Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Take me to the mall (Mall), I'm losin' my mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright

Got a whole lot of money (Money), whole lot of time (Time)

Buy the whole bar, I hope you don't mind

I'm country rich (Rich)

I'm country rich, alright

Keep On Rollin lyrics - yelawolf (feat. Big Henry & Cub da CookUpBoss)

One, two, one

Salute me when you see me, bitch, I'm the CookUpBoss

$hifeLife up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off

I party like a rock star, you seen me, ho

Henny where I put in work, best believe it ho

See, I am not a rapper, although, I'm something else

So I'ma turn it up a notch 'cause I don't need these niggas help

Fuck y'all, not you, I mean all of y'all

I'm ESPN with this rappin' shit, check my stats on how I ball

My elevator goin' up, I'm never slowin' up

'Cause they gon' need a little more than lean 'cause I'm never givin' up

I'm focused like I'm on some Adderall

I got no rear view and no brakes and I'm runnin' out of patience

I don't know where I'm goin'

I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah

I just keep on rollin'

Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah

Look at all this blood on my hands, look at all these hands on my plate

Niggas that say that they real, they be the first ones to hate

Look at all the shit in my life, did a lot of dirt to get stripes

But at the end of that night still need more than sacrifice

I'm the soul of Orlando, Cortez Phillips my family

We still goin' commando, any business get handled

Once the picture is painted ain't no way we can swerve

Get out what we put in, everything we deserve

Feelin' good, feelin' great, flights in and out of state

Must be in my DNA the way I keep this shit straight

Fist full everyday, clips full everyday

For whoever wanna play, boy, I'm bustin' out the gate

I don't know where I'm goin'

I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah

I just keep on rollin'

Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah

Uh, kinda like a Friday I feel, kinda like a highway I feel, yeah

Hard white like a coke deal, rollin' with a spoke on the front wheel

Harley in the wind, I'm tuned in, leather grips underneath my rings

My teeth bling, permanent pirate, slum to the dirt, crown me king

Imperial poet, lace my bud with LSD, picture me floatin'

At sixteen played with the Ouija Board 'til the Devil lost his focus

Mental wars built me up, veteran soldier, pistol totin'

Sharp as a sickle, drippin', broken, wish you would, I ain't hopin'

Like a creek to an ocean eventually connects

I found my way into that wave and rode it with respect

Now some of these country boys are rappin' but have no intellect

No introspective on the genre, just out there for that check

But fuck the world, I'm no lie detector and if your conscience does not affect ya

Then slide ya products out, find investors to monetize the lies you perfected

That's a slippery slope to no end, but, hey, that's the way it goes then

After the show they close in when you're burning the wick at both ends

I don't know where I'm goin'

I just know where I've been, I've been, yeah

I just keep on rollin'

Wherever the wind is blowin', blowin', yeah

Yeah, yeah

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin'

Yeah, yeah

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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