Conoco lyrics - Yelawolf

Chainsaw Jenkins back at it again

With the non-stop rock-n-roll

This is 103.39

And we are trappin' a sack in the back of the Conoco live though

Hit us up 256-442-9981

For the shittiest weed you can smoke

Just cranked on the boys drinkin' whiskey

No shirt and my bolo tie swingin'

Bible belt in my Levi skinnies

And my permanent gold tooth grinnin'

Pop the top on an ice cold Bud

Seeds poppin' on that Mexican bud

Tellin' all the kids don't use drugs

Boy you ain't no fire cracker, you a dud

EBT fresh meat on the grill

Government cheese, government milk

Truck broke down, need to get built

Baby's lingerie Walmart silk

Four tens, dip, keys and a beeper

Stuck 'em right between the eyes, he's a bleeder

Yeah, I cut him low like my weed eater

'Cause he got my feedback like a speaker

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Get that old Chevy on the highway

Let the smoke billow out the side

Shells in the cigarette ash tray

But that ain't no blank shell, no lie

Bandanna over my noggin'

Mama used to call me skillet head

By nine o'clock PM I'll be wobblin'

And I'ma make her go and count that bread

Black Starter jacket and stock Nike

Watch pocket where I keep that drank

Try to stick me for a nickel got aim

No lead he was drawing, no complaint

In the south where the people move slow

Give you springtime bounce in the snow

Got the stash spot scout on the low

We gon' hide the duffle in the corn rows

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Kerosene flame in the winter time

Chilli bowl still got shotgun pellets

Bitch, you know the devil ain't no friend of mine

But if you're lookin' for a cheap thrill I'll sell it

Fake Nugget, crucifix broke layin' in the grease pile

Mountain Dew cans been sittin' for a deep while

Brillo pad, burnt glass pipe for the five spot

Catch a quick high then drop by the pawn shop

Old timer with the crooked face looked shocked

Never seen a white boy around this block

But it's work, work, work, 360 'round the clock

So I pulled the box in and I let the trunk pop

Supposed to be scared but I still ain't

Supposed to be sober but I still drink

Hard to hit a movin' target but I still aim

Slumafia, click clack, shoot, gang gang

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco

Crack and a six pack and a big bag of dope

Trap in the sack in the back of the Conoco, here we go