Bang Bang Bobby lyrics - Yelawolf

Everybody's got one of those

Uncles, cousins

One of those wild ass friends you just can't do shit with

This is about my boy, Bobby

Yeah, check it out

Still got a medical bracelet, medical bandage

Already talkin' about, "What's up with this party, y'all?"

To be elect that stupid, he's a runner-up canidate

Already talkin' 'bout, "Where's the bud and the peein' jar?" Yeah

Bad habit Bobby, in the lobby

Waitin' for a place in outer-space

A place where anything can take him

Could be Adderall, could be Xanax, maybe alcohol

Dope man, snow man, yeah, Santa Claus

To put another wild night in the catalog

It'd leave you duct taped up, going analog

So watch your mouth and watch your manners, Hoss

Don't spill your guts out, you better shut your mouth and can it, dog

Bobby

That boy, Bobby

Bobby, don't you pull another pistol

Surely me and you can have a good time (That boy, Bobby)

Bobby, I thought you and me were kinfolk

Well, what do you know? What do you know?

And off he goes (Bobby)

Huh, yeah (Bobby)

Bang Bang Bobby

Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby)

Bang Bang Bobby

Told y'all

Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby

Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby)

Off he goes

Yeah, he's baking a cake

I ain't talkin' 'bout birthdays, he's hungry, he's thirsty (Always)

Got out on Monday, went back in on Thursday

Made bail and went straight to the bar to get nursing

Mama is worried, the boy needs some churching

His soul is in trouble, he won't do no searching

Hookers are lurking, the parking lot's bursting

With brown and the needles, for death, he is flirting

She gave him a front, he said, "I'll pay you first thing"

Then look at the dope and now the Chevy is skrrting

This ain't no earthling, an alien raised in the trailer park

Serving a bird with a hurt wing

It's Bobby

That boy, Bobby

Bobby, don't you pull another pistol

Surely me and you can have a good time (That boy, Bobby)

Bobby, I thought you and me were kinfolk

Well, what do you know? What do you know?

And off he goes (Bobby)

Huh, yeah (Bobby)

Bang Bang Bobby

Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby)

Bang Bang Bobby

Told y'all

Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby

Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby)

Off he goes

It's how you're gonna be when you're only eighteen

With low self esteem, come on

It's how you're gonna see it when you're only eighteen

With low self esteem, come on

It's how you're gonna be when you're only eighteen

With low self esteem, come on (Come on)

It's how you're gonna see it when you're only eighteen

With low self esteem, come on

It's how you're gonna be when you're only eighteen

With low self esteem, come on

It's how you're gonna see it when you're only eighteen (What do you know? What do you know?)

Off he goes

Bobby, yeah (Bobby)

Bobby, don't you pull another pistol (Huh, yeah)

Surely me and you can have a good time (Bang Bang Bobby)

Bobby, I thought you and me were kinfolk

Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bang Bang Bobby)

And off he goes (Bobby)

Told y'all

Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby

Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby)

Tonight lyrics - Yelawolf

She said it all depends, depends on the future

But the future all depends on what happens tonight

What happens tonight

What happens tonight

What happens tonight

Uh, turn on the radio, headed to American Legion

Lil Boosie at 231, I gotta peek in

All these pigs at the gate, waitin' for shit to pop

I'm with the shit though, flame Wayne, comin' in hot

Got this Caprice smelling like Gucci and Cinnamon

Back in school, was a loser, but now the losers are winning again

They used to kick me down and never apologize

Now they summer is over if it ain't warm outside

But I hop on the PJ and fly

Where we go and whatever, don't matter, have a good time

When it's all said and done, I did this shit for the slums

Daddies and moms, Chevies and Caddies with bump

Bump what you want

She said it all depends, depends on the future (Yeah)

But the future all depends on what happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)

What happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)

What happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)

What happens tonight (Yeah)

We didn't have much growing up, couple of bucks

Blankets stacked in the bathtub, that's love, we snuggled up

Leave the oven open to heat the house, you see me now

That's why my feet never leave the clouds, he's beaming down

Not a religious person, I'm just a livin' person

Lost so many people I loved, and listen, I'm still hurtin'

But live on, yeah, live on, we must

So fire up the joint and leave the ashes dust to dust

Alabama is where I'm from, space is where I'm at

You don't get the play on words, let me explain the rap

See, I am a traveler, not like Stapleton said it

I'm a travelin' spirit, the wind blows and I let it

And you

She said it all depends, depends on the future

But the future all depends on what happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)

What happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)

What happens tonight (Jump in, yeah)

What happens tonight

I'ma let this one ride

Box Chevy gang

Uh, slum shit

That's love

That's love

Everything lyrics - Yelawolf

I hear people, from time to time, tell me that I'm underrated or under-appreciated

And, to a certain extent, that's flattery and endearing

But I also use it as a source of inspiration to keep, keep fucking y'all off

Bitch!

Woke up this morning, looking at some beauty so sexy

I had to kiss the sky like Jimi Hendrix right after she necked me

This shit is dope, talking coke, not Pepsi

Went from a trailer to a savior, this shit is perplexing

Gulp, gulp, drink it up, señorita

And fuck if you're hating, you blood-sucking mosquitoes

My propped feet up, inside this black Bentley truck

I'm sitting back, looked out, won't lift my seat up

Keep a gunner close with the heater

Get caught with the red rider, ain't talking BB, 'cuz

I'm institutionalized but from the outside

Ain't scared of nothing but God, so fuck your outcries

Don't be the idiot pulling a stick on green eyes

You start a fucking war, boy, if I die

'Cause baby, I love with passion

Take care of my people, go ask my people, go ask 'em

I just don't bring the fish 'cause that won't outlast 'em

I teach 'em how to fish and now they out castin'

Eating, and it's hunting season

And I'm about to land a hit, man, I got this funky feeling

I don't need your credibility, dawg, my credit card's leaking

And I might drop another hundred bands this next weekend, 'cause I got everything

I got everything (check it out)

I got everything

Oohwee, everything

Yeah, yeah, everything

Ahh man, everything (mmm)

Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dreams

Put on that Rock and roll wedding ring

Now I got everything

Yeah, yeah, everything

Check it out

You must be joking with that Rolls-Royce truck

My box Chevy says I don't give a fuck, don't it

Steering wheel, no components

'79 original, I live in the moment

Got a whiskey company, hold on, give me a moment

Hold up, give me a moment

Fuck, goddamn I got that too

She's playing peekaboo in the menu, want wagyu boo ?

Some caviar with your PBR, deja vu

Last time I took a bitch to bed, she got my name tattooed

Fuck

Y'all shit out of luck, the game is fly paper

And I'm so fly that I'm stuck

You're stuck with me

So fuck with me or suck on me

Lord's a gift of course it is

Gift to you luxury

A heartbreaker party starter hardly labor not a job

When you love it, you don't love it bitch? Then I'll see you later Prin-cess

These rappers so senseless

Blew your load on some hoes, now you got no cents left

Clean up your act my floors have been swept

And I stay stage ready pimp

Yeah, why?

'Cause I got everything

I got everything (uhh)

Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dream

Put on that rock and roll wedding ring

'Cause I got everything

Yeah, man, I got everything (all I need)

Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dream

I put on that Rock and roll wedding ring

I got everything (uhh)

Still, I want everything (uhh)

Still, I want everything

(Everything)

(Everything)

Bad Motherfucker lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Presley Vaughn)

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it

Boy, you better never ask again, I ain't sharin'

Try to make me jealous with a bitch, I ain't carin'

Soon as I walk in the place your homeboys are starin' (Let's go)

Weak in the knees, no, I'm weak from your lies

You sir, had me fooled, pulled the wool off my eyes

Oh, don't worry, we can still be friends

But you'll never find another badass Gemini like me again

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)

That's a bad motherfucker

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it

That's a bad motherfucker

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it

That's a bad motherfucker

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Pa-pa-pa, pardon me, I am a

She was dancin' to Cardi B, I am a

Impressed with the empress

I'm looking for relations, no Alabama incest

Haha, really could be related, though

She's so in tempo, but watch how I relay it, though

I pick a pocket like Davy Crockett pick a banjo

Hip and a hop, a slick Rick E. Bobby, no tango

I never been apart of no trend, bitch, I got my own boat

I never had no problem with bein' original, nah, nope

The smoke [?] my lips and it's going down, bro

You probably don't want the problems with Yelawolf, just kick it, mango

(Mondo), mango (Mango), bingo

Me and this mic is like shit that dykes bring a blind ho

Whiskey that handles, I fit the sandles, no [?]

Flame to a candle or like Santana to a congo

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it, yeah, I know (Wear it)

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it, yeah (Wear it)

Let's go

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Let's go)

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Let's go)

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Yeah, pick up, pick up, baddies in the pickup

Got so much bounce, the kick drum give me the hiccups

You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up

Been flyin' in this motherfucker like bird shit, bird bitch

She said you're on your own dick

You ain't gotta tell me, baby, I just make my own shit

Exotic boots are gettin' flyer, I can tell, so

Carole Baskin, grab the tiger by the tail

Animalistic behaviors, you're open and I just twisted her top

She hopin' to touch it, better dismiss it, she's hot

That's funny, she jumpy, I need a cricket, oh God

Load it up, they must take care of the biscuit

I'm shy, too close for comfort, gotta run, that was fun

You thought you was the only one, but I'm done

She got up under my skin like some old bed crumbs

I beat it up, rum-pum-pum-pum (Pum)

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it

Boy, you better never ask again, I ain't sharin'

Try to make me jealous with a bitch, I ain't carin' (Yeah)

Soon as I walk in the place your homeboys are starin' (Let's go)

Weak in the knees, no, I'm weak from your lies

You sir, had me fooled, pulled the wool off my eyes

Oh, don't worry, we can still be friends

But you'll never find another badass Gemini like me again

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)

That's a bad motherfucker

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it

That's a bad motherfucker

Somebody tell 'em what she said

Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it

That's a bad motherfucker

Somebody tell 'em what she said (That's a bad motherfucker)

Work lyrics - Yelawolf

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

She said to me, "How you end up with all this product?"

'Cause I'm highly intelligent, baby

Product of my own upbringing with no education, but is that irrelevant? Maybe

I sacrificed everything that I love, had to leave all the people that knew me best

Now my people are taken care of, yeah

And the tour bus is movin' from east to west

How do you explain it all? No, you can't

God is a painter and I'm just the paint

Mama's no singer and daddy's no saint

I guess I was chosen, but maybe I ain't

Maybe just worked hard enough with a blessing

Alone in my big, empty house, it's depressing

So I keep my friends around me like a weapon

To kill all the demons by drinking and dressing up

For another night, I'm just flipping my way to the stars

Gotta take a pic' before I take a piss 'cause I got a few fans at the bar

He said, "What's it like to be famous? And do you get tired of fans?"

I said, "Nah"

I said, "Fame is when everyone knows you, but, uh, no one knows you at all"

But

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

Yeah, what's the deal? Pickle spear

Nothing but work up in here

Fuck with me and my work-flow, I'm snappin', be clear

I rage around the lab, tornado, destroy, rebuild

That's pioneer-shit, I-am-here-shit

Fucking cool, bitch, we too real

Oh, you a legend? That's classic

I'm a legend, have at it

Shut the fuck up, that's the motto

Mind the manners and mind the tempo

Yeah, I'm a savage, they can't handle it

CEOs, I left them scramblin'

Beat-makers and producers, useless

I have the vision, know what I'm doin'

If you can't see that I built an empire, you're a hater, just awe-inspired

By the cow I milked this shit that I built

So much weight that I made that tower tilt, yeah

That's high fashion, huh?

No, I'm as low as it comes

Over twenty years with WLPWR and I'm still slappin' these drums

I'm abusive to these drums, pass me the whiskey, give me some (That's a, that's a, at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

You already know, bro (That's a, that's a boss at work, at work)

That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)

That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)

I don't deny mine, I don't deny my own (That's a, that's a genius at work, at work)

God-given gift, baby (That's a, that's a boss at work, at work)

Let's fucking get it

Let's fucking get it

WLPWR

Trunk Muzik forever

Still Supahot, still slum

Ticket lyrics - Yelawolf

Man, where I'm from

There's a lot of hurt people

A lot of people who just let go

Let go of that dream, that vision

The difference between success and not success

Is those that are willing to be broke

Check it out

Better hop on that bus, better pick up that backpack

Better pack you a lunch

Better not look back, Jack, you don't wanna be poor then

Better hop on that truck

Got so sick of these food stamps, loose change in a soup can

And I cannot sell dope, I am dope

But I can't get there by hanging with you, man

If you ain't lifting me up, you're holding me down

Might as well dig a hole in the ground, I'm dead to it

On my way to this work, and my team is a small circle

You're trying to fit a square peg through it

You got a big idea, yeah, I know, who don't?

Difference is who will and who won't

I ain't dissin', I'm just saying, I'm goin' missin'

And I'll hit you when I'm finished with this mission

Man, if I could just kick it

I'd kick it all day, I'd hang around and recline

But I'm chasing that ticket

Yeah, I come from nothing at all

I will not fail, I won't fall

So, nah, I can't kick it

I got limited time, can't hang around and recline

'Cause I'm chasing that ticket

I come from nothing at all

I will not fail, I won't fall

I'm off chasing that ticket

He had him a good job, then he had him a couple kids

Had a dream of becoming a fighter pilot

Now he's thirty-five and he ain't doin' shit

Man, I hate that for him

I know you love your kids, I know that you adore 'em

I know you wanna stick around and be there for 'em

But if you wanna fly, you gotta leave that for 'em

To believe that for 'em, to go see that for 'em

It's a hard decision to not be that normal

To conceive that vision, manifest that for 'em

To go get that wealth and invest that for 'em

But this ain't for everybody, this I know

I just wish some of y'all wouldn't let go

But I ain't stickin' around to see how it goes

Uh-uh, baby, I gotta roll

Man, if I could just kick it

I'd kick it all day, I'd hang around and recline

But I'm chasing that ticket

Yeah, I come from nothing at all

I will not fail, I won't fall

So, nah, I can't kick it

I got limited time, can't hang around and recline

'Cause I'm chasing that ticket

I come from nothing at all

I will not fail, I won't fall

I'm off chasing that ticket

Don't tell me I'm trippin'

Just watch me go get it and see how I'm livin'

Don't tell me to stop

I'll only go harder, and when I get to the top

I'll send you a postcard or a photo of me

Holdin' the stacks in the double bag or me on a track

Holdin' a trophy or checkin' flags, no, losin' ain't fun

I'm so used to it now that I could lose everything that I had and sit back and smile

I know failure is certain, but only before the win

If a tornado's comin', I throw a kite in the wind

Life is a marathon, ride a bike in it then

Who gives a fuck if they see you broken? Fight 'til the end, uh

Sometimes, I celebrate, get wasted

Open up a Creek Water bottle, and chase it

But I never take my eyes off that prize, besides

I gotta pay for this spaceship

Man, if I could just kick it

I'd kick it all day, I'd hang around and recline

But I'm chasing that ticket

Yeah, I come from nothing at all

I will not fail, I won't fall

So, nah, I can't kick it

I got limited time, can't hang around and recline

'Cause I'm chasing that ticket

I come from nothing at all

I will not fail, I won't fall

I'm off chasing that ticket

Nah, man, I can't (Kick it)

Hell nah, I can't (Kick it)

Gotta go, I can't (Kick it)

Gotta roll, I can't (Kick, kick, kick, kick)

Can't (Kick it)

Gotta roll, I can't (Kick it)

Gotta go, I can't, can't (Kick, kick, kick, kick)

I can't (Kick it)

Put Em Up lyrics - Yelawolf

I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

Yeah, high school dropouts

Work 'til you clock out, then go mob out

With them AKs in a trap house, the steaks at the chophouse

They know I come from those slums, ride around with dumb guns

Shawty Fatt told me to go stupid, I'm going dum-dum

This is the legion, Slumerican steel breeding

Mountain Dew in a bottle, baby is barely teething

Heathens becoming professionals in the off-season

That dope under the tarp season, yeah

And I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

He left the venue in handcuffs, nose was all broken

Smilin', that's my people, they fucking all know it

We wildin', it's a congregation of every nation

Race, color, and creed, identities at the shows, face it

We leaders and we lead by settin' examples

Fuck social media posts, we post up with these handles

Of whiskey, smoking Camels

From Dollar General sandals to red bottom slips

Quarter-million dollar whips, yeah

I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

Where I'm from I'm not afraid and I'm not ashamed

Can't say that it's hard to put in words because it ain't

They left the door open, now I own the house

I never sit still, I don't even own a couch

I was raised by a gangster so I could never be a coward

Now I'm raisin' gangsters, every album, every hour

Pray hard and go slay hard with that deep resentment

A wordsmith, a word chemist, limitless

I'm back up on my shit

This is 'bout to hit

We're quaking in this bitch

Trunk Muzik don't quit

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

Trunk Muzik don't quit

I don't care what they talkin' 'bout

Thank you for loving me when I needed it and not leaving

Thank you for seeing me when even I couldn't see it

For all the times that we communicated with this music

Thank you to anyone who gave a shit to listen to it

Thank you mama for dragging us through hell, it worked out well

Thank you to all my fallen angels locked up in a cell

This is God working, and this won't be my final letter

This is Trunk Muzik 4Ever, forever

Sometimes Y (2022) - Yelawolf (with Shooter Jennings)

• Sometimes Y
• Hole In My Head
• Rock & Roll Baby
• Make Me A Believer
• Shoe String
• Radio
• Jump Out The Window
• Catch You On The Other Side
• Fucked Up Day
• Moonshiner's Run

Sometimes Y lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

We are go for main engine start

All systems initiated

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

And sometimes y, sometimes y, sometimes y

Yeah

I gave everything up when I came to that corporate room

But given up my last okay wasn't good enough for you

When I walk away I'm leaving every bit of shit you polished too

Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek

I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready

Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone

Ahhh

Yeah

I don't care about that frame

You can take that picture down

If you ain't got nothin' good to say

Well then just don't come around

I'll tell you just how I feel

Baby that's how I get down

Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek

I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready

Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone

Ahhh

Yeah

They said let that freedom ring and that liar was a joke

I can't listen to them clowns caught in that circus show

If you believe what they tell you to believe then that's control

Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek

I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready

Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone

I've been kissed

Kissed by the stars

And I might've kissed some ass

But there's nothing

Nothing in the world

Like a kiss

From your momma's mustache

I don't give a damn about

What you thinking about me

Judging through that looking glass

As far as you can see

Don't let that door hit you

Where the good lord split you when you leave

Bitch I had enough I paddled of the creek

I'm 30 deep and heavy and I'm battle ready

Saddle up the Chevy I'm gone

Hole In My Head lyrics - Hole In My Head

I'm just one promise away

From a big marquee in front of the small town theater girl

Pretty red rope set up for you

The popcorns fresh and the Coke is too

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

And don't forget we got private room with the proper view

Where you can watch 'em come on through

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

I'm just one bottle away from a good buzz in the broad of day time

Makin' love to my favorite girl

She's undressed in the private room

The sheets are fresh and the coke is too

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

And don't forget we got cameras watching what you do

Paparazzi come unglued

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

But now I'm right back in Louisiana

There must be something in this southern draw now

That keeps me next to you

Right here on this levy line now

I'll just lean against the wall

With this hole inside my head

Yeah drinking me rotten

Loaded it up, shoot it down drinking me rotten

All day here they come they come knocking

Loaded me up, shoot me down drinking me rotten

I'm just one train car away from a trench coat in columbine

Best friend on the front line

Battlefield all red, white and blue

Poor young boy and they come for you

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

And don't forget we got college all paid free bed and suit

No more hungry nights for you

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

We're just one paper away from a free ride on a magic mushroom

No broken straws on the broom

All swept up for the palace aid

Tilted crown wind swept toupees

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

And don't forget we got parking spots reserved for two

A check and a 21 gun salute

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

But now I'm right back in Louisiana

There must be something in this southern draw now

That keeps me next to you

Right here on this levy line now

I'll just lean against the wall

With this hole inside my head

Yeah drinking me rotten

Loaded it up, shoot it down drinking me rotten

All day here they come they come knocking

Loaded me up, shoot me down drinking me rotten

With this hole inside my head

With this hole inside my head

With this hole inside my head

With this hole inside my head

With this hole inside my head

Your left, your left, your left, right, left

Your left, your left, your left, right, left

Your left, your left, your left, right, left

Your left, your left, your left, right, left

Your left, your left, your left, right, left

Your left, your left, your left, right, left

Rock & Roll Baby lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

Ruby red lipstick kiss on the head

Sweat a lot of sleep it's a wet bed

Matchbook collection beside the chair

(Troublesome)

Boy you know daddy only sits there

Leather bound bible in the hotel

(Midnight)

I'll be back in an hour she said

(Alright)

Count the ceiling fan blade goin round

(3, 2, 1)

Lullaby Tom Petty I'm goin down, goin down

Oooh, rock and roll baby

Underwater in a deep dream

Rocketship go to the moon

In the party with the lights on

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

Razor blade, mirror and a wedding gown

(Fantasy)

Somewhere in the backwoods outta town

Bottle cap tops in the gutter now

(Till the mud dries)

Said I'd be back in an hour now

Hitch hike your way up to the Northside

(Catch a ride)

Kept the Visine for the red eye

Time to fly, time to fly

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

But she'll be heart broke by the sunlight

Rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there (oooh, rock and roll baby)

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

She got a couple friends out there

Got a man with the long hair

She'll be heart broke by the sunlight

And give it all to the rock and roll baby

Make Me A Believer lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

You said I know I get it all, yeah, I bet

I don't believe ya

Alright, yeah, okay now

In your mind, you think you can handle it all

I wanna see ya, alright, yeah, okay now

Set up your target

Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing

Still bruised from every fight your choosing

Pick a side pick up a gun and shoot it

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

In your mind you

Must be the bossman don't you

Feel like a cheater

Alright, yeah, okay

Whatever man, big checks

Got gloves you caught that sunset

Oh what a leisure

Alright, yeah, okay now

Rented Lamborghini for that Hollywood livin

Another night on a thousand count linen

Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your momma

But ... fuck em' all long as the team is winning

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

Low down no good

I'm just a white trash no good

But your the deceiver

Alright, yeah, okay now

Bad boys tattooed whiskey drink all-day drug use

I'm a receiver

Damn right, yeah, okay now

At the club with the promiscuous women

Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin

I'm may be the child of a man in prison

But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick

Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it, I believe

With all of my heart that it is

A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquency of today, uh the evil

The feeling that you feel when you sing it

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

(Ahhhhh)

Yeah

Make me a believer

Shoe String lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

That's so rock and roll she said

A rollin' stone

A tumblin' boulder

I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder

The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers

And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines

Read her a line from poem that's partly defined, rhymes

From the swamp where nothing grows

She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road

I set her straight with a letter wait let her meditate

I poured the whiskey into the glass let her wait

She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue

Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude

Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le Creuset then maybe you let

Maybe you gave but I never took

Turn the page I wrote the book

28 days in a tour bus purgatory

28 minutes in a hotel tour glory

Checked out end the lease

Took a last look at the lady in the sheets twin peaks

But I mounted up the mountainous terrain

Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame

Hold up

Good night now that's alright

Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight

And my memories are violent

But if I had a dollar to go back I wouldn't buy it

But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well

Spent the other ten bucks on a box of zinfandels and o.j.

Hair of the dog tattered and beat scary and flawed

Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws

Told my momma prepare me a cross

Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss

With no umbrella in the London rain

Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane

Through a tunnel under moving trains

Though I'm a hunter I still prey

The rule of gain

My third eye is the tool of aim

Manifestation is the coolest thing

Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost

And I made bus call by a shoe string

Shoe string

Radio lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

Before the cocaine and the midnight train she was a pretty girl

Before the tears fell on her lonely smile she was a silly girl

She was dancing around like there was no one around there wasn't any girls

She was holding a bag over a mirror in class like one of many girls, many girls

When it was time to put it all on the line she was a ready girl

Taken the shots another one on the rocks she was a steady girl

Dope in the bag another tote in the trash it's just a pity girl

Never enough no it was never enough she was a gimme girl, gimme girl

And the beat it rolls over and over

Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova

It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on on forever through the stars it's solar

Yeah she's in the

Radio

Radio

The radio

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Before the streets and all the lonely creeps he was a good boy

Before the goons he did it all for fun now he's a hood boy

He put the weight in the bag he carried weight to the ave to be the big boy

He got high on the stash yeah he got high on the glass now he's a sick boy, sick boy

And the beat it rolls over and over

Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova

It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar

Yeah she's in the

Radio

Radio

The radio

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Fell asleep on the dash and then you wake up crashed yea it's a crippled world

Not awake for a ride well then your dreamin' alive yeah in your little world

Out there chasin' the thrills runnin' away from your bills yeah it's a rigged world

Like a rat in a mill your running dead on your heels

Out in the real world, real world

And the beat it rolls over and over

Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova

It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar

Yeah she's in the

Radio

Radio

The radio

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Radio

The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Radio

Radio

The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)

Radio

Radio

Ah oh

Jump Out The Window lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

I've been a missionary for the devil

I've carried so much weight upon my shoulders

I've seen an open sky from underground

I fell asleep inside and almost drowned

Been on the corner with a king or two

I shared a stage with a legendary few

Been broken hearted by the ones I trusted

But none of that compares to what she put me through

Out in this open ocean

I'm on an island standing

There's only me to blame and

There's only you controllin'

There's no more me pretending

No time in the hour

Just one single rose on your pillow

Yeah the sun's going down on the midnight strip

You're feelin' it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright and jump out and let go

Holdin' me down loosen up your grip

You're feeling it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright

And jump out and let go

She's in lingerie, the party's over

The note I wrote her is still out of tune

The light I shine I can't get through the darkness

Feel like a prism hidden by the tomb

I wanted more than anything to see you

But what I wanted was more than what I could do

What I can't explain I try to write a song and

It only made it harder to come play for you

Just left the record running

Till it's no longer spinnin'

You see the story ending

I see a new beginning

There's no more me pretending

No time in the hour

Just one single rose on your pillow

Yeah the sun's going down on the midnight strip

You're feelin' it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright and jump out and let go

Holdin' me down loosen up your grip

You're feeling it baby

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright

And jump out and let go

Holdin' me down loosen up your grip

You're feeling it baby (you're feeling it baby)

Everything's possible alright

Just say alright

Just jump out and let go

(Aah ooohhhhhh)

Yeah it's alright (you're feeling it baby)

Yeah it's alright (you're feeling it baby)

Jump out and let go

Catch You On The Other Side lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

Where did I go wrong I don't know

Maybe I reacted on insecurities

Maybe my daddy's to blame I don't know

I just turn a blind eye on what you mean to me

I've been down now a hundred Saturday's long

My friends all worried about me

To be alone at home

Didn't mean to be unkind but it wasn't easy baby

To tell you I was sorry at the time

And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain

And I will admit that I'm lonely

And I still hold onto one day yeah

Do do do dooo

Catch you on the other side

Oh

Catch you

Catch you on the other side

Walk around this town with nowhere to go

Find my way to a bottle and wash the memories

And I get so high that I feel low

And anxiety sets in when the bottles empty

But there's no holiday like that holiday darling

If it ain't with you it ain't the same

But it wasn't easy baby to write this song

To be a man and take the blame

And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain

And I will admit that you got me caught out in the rain

And I will admit that I'm lonely

And I still hold onto one day yeah

Do do do dooo

Catch you on the other side

Oh

Catch you

Catch you on the other side

Do do do dooo

Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)

Oh

Catch you

Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)

Catch you on the other side (catch you on the other side)

Oh

Catch you

Catch you

Catch you on the other side

Fucked Up Day lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood

A fucked up day in my neighborhood

Fucked up day in my neighborhood

It's a fucked up day

Two, three

Little candle for the masqueraders

Felt the hurt run through the vein of silence

Saw the church fall on its knees for saviors

All the vampires showed teeth and smiling

In the coroners office they gathered

For the body of a sacred passage

Opened up the gate for t.v. actors

The stars aligned for your subconscious atlas

(Oooh)

I'm not old but I seen this before

(Oooh)

I been sold on this shit before

(Oooh)

In the military's open arms

Can it all be just because I don't think so

In the middle of an open road

Time to lace up and prepare for war

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Round, round, round

It's a fucked up day in my neighborhood

A fucked up day in my neighborhood

Fucked up day in my neighborhood

Fucked up day

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments I can share my strength with you

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we become one in the room

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we pass down to those abused

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we pass down to those abused

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments we sit down our different views

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moments I can share my life with you

Meet me half the way

Sharing the moments

Moonshiner's Run lyrics - Yelawolf & Shooter Jennings

You can mash in the bathtub but then you gotta distill it through a liquor steel

My particular steel I'm looking at right now

It's gone be a 15 gallon beer keg attached to three quarter inch copper tubing run into a 55 gallon drum

Out of the outside of that 55 gallon drum

Once you heat the beer keg up to uh in between 175 and 220 it condensates and turns into moonshine liquor

Fuckin' gettin' yee

Alright, I love you

I love you too

Bye

Below the Mason Dixon out in that mobile home it's

45 bullets are loaded down in a barrel

The sun is goin down it's propane inside that kitchen

When it's all done he unloading fire in a barrel

The creeps all gather in the hollow

Bringing out he crates and the hey

Take one more pull out of that bottle

And you'll be on your way

180 proof on the mountain

He's got one hand on the grave

He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum

Out on the Moonshiners

Run, run, run, run

Outside the shop he's droppin', motor in that Chevy it's wrenching

Gotta get that load across the Tennessee valley

That muddy water is dripping, hungover, dizzy and drifting

He parked the weight and set a trap in the alley

The creeps bring that money to swallow

Walking out that trap in a haze

He'll bring one more pack in tomorrow

But there'll be none to give away

180 proof on the mountain

He's got one hand on the grave

He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum

Out on the Moonshiners

I took the backseat out of a old regal

And I put me four barrels back there

Ran that motherfucker all the way to Georgia too

And the cops got behind me

Shit I ain't stop

I just threw my middle finger out the window

Fuck you

180 proof on the mountain

He's got one hand on the grave

He loaded a truck 50 gallon drum

Out on the Moonshiners

Mud Mouth (2021)

 

• Light As A Feather
• Oh No
• Bounce
• Conoco
• Dope
• Rocks At Your Window
• HillBilly Einstein
• Money
• Losers Win Again
• Dog House
• Homeward Bound
• Aquanet
• Hot
• Mud Mouth

Light As A Feather lyrics - Yelawolf

Long as I got my pistol, I'ma take 'em with me when I go

Bullet for every woe, trigger for every throat

Put me in the ground but I'll be back around

Walking on dry leaves and won't make a sound

Ayo, Billy got bars, don't gotta look to find 'em

Build up my bars like a zoo animal and live behind them

Vibration couldn't stop a UFO mid-flight

When I'm lurking pitch black in the woods at midnight, midnight

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor

When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board

I just bought a sack of marijuana and hit the sauna

I'ma boujee now, I ain't Ubering in no fuckin' Honda

Wouldn't take the Subaru to chase a kangaroo

If I needed a jump from a mini-van for my soccer momma

I ain't takin' orders from prima donnas unless she's ordering McDonald's

I can afford the dollar, get what you wanna

She poured me whiskey and said "Man, I'm honored"

I threw the glass, put down these ice cubes like anaconda

Left the gas station with a tall tea and hot nachos

A glass pipe, a gold rope, and a Choco Taco

Trailer park Hollywood bitch, low-fashion hot model

5150 gets drippin' like shook popped bottles

Philosophical Slumerican Aristotle

Prophecies from a water reflection out a pothole

Half a billion sold, I'm booked and might not show

Creek Water Cinnamon's hot, I had to stop, drop, roll

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor

When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board

Still ride slow like Paul and Kanye

They had to hire a mover just to pick up the pace

Drinking so much Creek Water I locked my keys in a safe

I had to go buy the scooter just to make it to stage

Got the people all acting stupid and loopy, what can I say?

What I thought was a can of worms was a barrel of snakes

Then bust that shit open then, let's get it for God's sakes

Hear mama come yellin' "Beat 'em to death with a yard rake!"

Now picture me fishin' under a tarp on a dark day

Grease poppin' and sizzlin', a filet, table, and a sharp blade

Now picture these haters swimming around music I create

It's not a matter of if, it's which one will take the bait

So bite, fuck a bite, it's yours

You chasing the beef? You want some ground Chuck Norris?

You partial to martial arts? Well chop it up for us

All the hippity-hop on this mainstream hit chorus like

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

I'm laying level, I'm laying level, ten feet off the floor

When I'm light as a feather, stiff as a board

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

I'm feeling better, better than before

Oh No lyrics - Yelawolf

Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop

Ain't no money like food stamp money 'cause the check money's for a sack of pot

Ain't no country like Tennessee country, but the 'Bama boys got it on lock

Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop, come on

Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart

Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart

Fishnet on a leg lamp shade

Turn the lights on, now that's what I call art

From the gutter like the bottom of a long fall

Move to my own beat like the song's off

Gettin' busy like I'm dialin' up the wrong call

Heels on the damn toes for the long walks

Story like I'm Rod Corey 'cause I get stoned

Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone

Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone

And he's in the laboratory with a brick phone

Got the ball I'ma run it like the burnt part

Throwing up the number three 'cause I Earhardt

At the bar sideways tryna learn darts

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy

Yeah, they like

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Opie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry

Been rapping with the best and it ain't scary

Signed a couple MCs and I did it with

Purple teeth from the wine like I ate berries

Drinkin' 40 oz Schlitz in a bubble bath

Eighteen wheels down like a bus pass

Drop a tour halfway like George Jones

Rough kiss goodbye like a mustache

She was shakin' in line, made her pass out

Must've weighed about at least two hundred fifty pounds

Laid up on the ground down with her ass out

Never met her but we call her big crack house

That's rich like Milo Sweet Tea

Line around the block for the Creek meet and greet

Two hot potatoes and a steak I'ma make it three

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy

Yeah, they like

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Roll Tide on the numbers like a quarterback

Bandana tied on a big brim hat

Hit the cycle with the Harley sittin' in the grass

My uncle told me "Break a leg" and I limp back

Came into the game and I made a big fuss

Low glow with the gold chain, big buck

Single wide with the match stick dry eye

Throw the flame like a propane lit up

Back to work on time, never one to win

Got the 808 knock like I'm comin' in

Blowin' through the notebook like a summer wind

Rollin' up with Ouncezilla and my cousin Nin

Mama smiled and said "Boy, you know you ain't shit"

But see, where I come from, that's a compliment

'Cause baby boy got sauce like condiments

Whole family of slums in this bitch rollin' deep boy and they like

Ain't no party like a trailer park party 'cause the trailer park party don't stop

Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy got the big bass drop

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Oh no, some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight

Oh no, it's some bad bitches in the house tonight

Bounce lyrics - Yelawolf

Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah

Money in the bag, money in the bag, money in the bag, yeah

Cracked and hazy, ain't no lie

Go Patrick Swayze and ghost the ride

She said "Baby, you cold as ice"

Bitch you crazy, I'm on fire

Yeah, walking around like I'm in a movie

Light a cigar but jump in the jacuzzi

Squat the motel, fuck the motel

Aluminum can down in a koozie

Got a buzz, now lick the bug

Now like to pull a metaphorical plug

Now drop the last bit of sense I had

Got it medicated with the medical drugs now

Red head, I went Opie Taylor

Red hot like I won't be savored

Cinnamon Creek Water, oh yeah-er

Cover the bar tab, owe me later

When I was younger, would go to keggers

On the cover, pose for Fader

Hip-hop, you know we neighbors

Come on, you know me player

C for the country, A for the 'Bama

T for the tops on the Thunderbird

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce

May throw the deuces but I still don't give a shit

And all my lunatics still fuckin' gettin' it, yeah

Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah

Pocket with a rag, pocket with a pocket with a rag, yeah

Feelin' Shady, feelin' sly

You stuck to labels, I'm peelin' mine

My folks are dirty, ain't no lie

We throw the birdy, we let 'em fly

Yeah, crank it up, I got people to go see

Back up in the lab like I was in '03

Back up on the porch in a rocking chair

With no Activis, a full cup of codeine

Poppin' up with these copper bars

I got enough trouble just throwin' down the old me

Took a hit of that California bud

I call that 51-50 then took the whole thing

Like a shell toe with no strings

Like an elbow with no grease

Like an old rock with no ring

But I'ma make that rock go bling

I'ma make that cop go "Son"

I'ma need that autograph please

I'ma get that selfie and run

And then the ticket reads

C for the country, A for the 'Bama

T for the tops on the Thunderbird

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce

Bubba's got that bitch packed, Bubba's gettin' lit

Bubba bought the bar, Bubba's fucking gettin' it

Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah

Run around the grave, run around the grave, run around the grave, yeah

Tombstone, yesterday is gone

Still kickin', got my boots on

Old Yeller, new bone

Still bustin', Al Capone

Yeah, rolled up in the Chevy like I stole it

Livin' at the bar 'til the manager towed it

Got jacked and I limped back like Otis

New patch on the black jacket, sewed it (Stripes)

Got a quarter bag of that golden golden

Hound dogs wanna take notice

She's a slow poke with a show

'Til the blow get in the nose and then she goin'

Goin' through the sunlight blowin', tokin'

GoPro with the slow motion, soaking wet

Looking like Hulk Hogan's oldest

No holes in the bar, notice no kids

Putting on a show for the whole clique

So sick that I gotta take a pill for it

Hold it, killer than you explode it

Let a full clip out then I reload it

Yo it

C for the country, A for the 'Bama

T for the tops on the Thunderbird

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce, bounce

Billy for that motherfuckin' bounce

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

Dope lyrics - Yelawolf

Catfish Billy mane, harder than a pinecone

Hopping off an aeroplane, dropped in your time zone

Trailer park pimp shit, I don't want the red rope

Fuck all the report cards, bitch I know that I'm dope

We know how to get buck, some of them do cocaine

Take it to the moshpit, gang gang gang gang

Tailor made boots on 'em, shotgun shell hot

Do it for the slums now, from the AL dot

Rock from a slingshot, straight to the target

Window on the Honda, in the black market

Coulda been a crime boss, playing with a full deck

I don't care about the cost, now the red alert full threat

'Cause you know that I'm dope

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Walkin on thin ice, got a lot of weight on me

You don't wanna roll the dice, gotta ride a team homie

Talk about money well, I don't really give a damn

Got your girl by the ponytail, she don't wanna lead a man

40 in a paper bag, blood on the sidewalk

Must've been the aftermath, somebody shit talked

Neighborhood gon' wild, needles in the trash pile

Used to never get a callback, now they got me on speed dial

Feet in the reptiles and my head's on cloud nine

Took a hit of dab now and I don't have no mind

Outta body, in the zone, stoned like a white boy

Still sittin' on chrome, out for the night boy

And you know that I'm dope

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Got a belt for a shoestring, hanging off the blue jeans

Sagging like a wet dog, limping off of codeine

Bitch got an attitude she just wanna to be man

Now she got a napkin, wiping off the Madelene

Raining on Broadway, lights on the ground now

Got up in his alleyway, set the Harley down now

Polka dot suit on her, Rockabilly clown guy

Polka dot bullet holes, you don't wanna clown now

Crawford kickstand, leaning like a G does

Clique got the loud pipes, you know that we does

Wind in the trees split, all of them leaves up

Mobbin' like an army, fuck boy freeze up

Yea the group coming in, looking for the green buds

Roll it on the table, everybody sees us

Fire up the zigzag, smoke in the air now

Second-hand buzz and the weight it won't leave us

They said be careful what you say

Hot shit, goddamn, motherfucker, I'm dope

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

Used to be a bad mouth running round the house sayin' words that I shouldn't and I got it from my folks

If I got caught, I would end up in my room sit down 30 minutes with a mouth full of soap

Put it all on paper, go to sleep, then I wake up with the same bad mouth I was sent to bed for

Now I make a living selling all the bad words to the kids like me

Who don't wanna be told

If you are bad, bad mouth lil shits like me

Turn that negativity into creativity

That's Slumerican

Yeah

Who's gonna be dope?

Rocks At Your Window lyrics - Yelawolf

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Got the Chevy on the highway

Sun shinin' and the summer rain's comin' down, comin' down

Lookin' back on good times

You and me, we was on the way

Small town with our names in the marquee now, the marquee now

Those were the good times

Yeah, the stage was a lot of fun

I drank all night long

And when it was all said and done

You'd carry me home

Come on

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Wrote a letter, you was locked down

And I never knew if it made it there, made it there

You was always on my mind

Sent some money to your family now

Let 'em know that I'm here and I still care, I still care

I won't leave them behind

Gave a hug to your first son, tears fell down my face

He looks and acts just like you in every way

Come on

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Shawty Fatt

If I never told you that I love you

If I never said that to your face

Man I'm sorry, 'cause I really did, and I really do

Ever since Gadsden, when we were kids

You was always my favorite

Told you if I ever got a record deal, I put you on, and I did

For that I'm proud, but, it was a hard road, homie

Put a tough act to follow

Eminem gave me a record deal, and I hit the road and made you feel hollow

But you never showed it, you just smiled

All you ever said was Wolf, I'm proud

Wolf go kill 'em, Wolf you got this, and you stayed at home and held mama down

She called you son, I called you brother

You even caught the heart of my grandmother

And when you got sick she came to visit

On my behalf, and she kept you covered

Severed son of a preacher man

A choir prophet with a raspy voice

Every time you picked up the microphone, the crowd stopped in awe 'cause they had no choice (Yeah)

Like yesterday (Yeah), like you never left (Yeah)

Slumerican on your gravestone, and the legacies beyond death

I broke in half, when I lost you

I guess I couldn't see then what I gained

My guardian angel in the streets, and a fighting spirit to maintain

Jerrico

Yeah [?]

Slum shit

G.A.D, motherfucker

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

Oooooh, oooooh

I'm throwin' rocks at your window

Know you're up there in a big house lookin' down

HillBilly Einstein lyrics - Yelawolf

If I had one dream, that I could dream it all

I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on

Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off

Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall

'Cause I was raised in a place where

People don't believe that anything is possible

But you can have it all

You can have it all

I'm feelin' real good in this motherfucker

Snake skin boots and a old mashed trucker

Faded blue jean vest with the back marked with 1-9-7-9

Turquoise on the knuckles

Pocket full of credit cards, no limit though

Swipe it till I need to replace new strips

Got the no-touch Amex metal

Should've left the dealership with a new whip

Long way from the trap like a loose bear

Flipped a couple new styles with the new hair

Little bit of rock 'n' roll like a rockin' chair

I'm back and forth like the windchime in the air

Even when I'm gettin' high, still ridin' low

Could've been a quarterback how I get throwed

Imported silk rag, Alexander McQueen

Skulls drip from the neck to the elbows

Let me tell you

If I had one dream, I would live a life like this one

I wouldn't put a rabbit in a hat with a bat, just an ice cold

Pabst Blue Ribbon

If I had one wish, I would live a life like this, fuck wishin' though

I'm a livin' God by law, manifestin' third eye visuals

Hillybilly Einstein

If I had one dream, that I could dream it all

I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on

Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off

Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall

'Cause I was raised in a place where

People don't believe that anything is possible

But you can have it all

You can have it all

Tell that bitch who run up on me in the parkin' lot

At Waffle House and rob me for that sack, I'm good

Seventeen, tryna make a couple bucks

So we can jump fresh in a pair of new duds

Tough lesson on the block, little did he know

I stood with a blade hid down in the bush

Probably should've killed the boy

But the adrenalin runnin' through my heart was enough not to push

Just knowin' I could

Change the rest of my life and how I saw shit

I could either be the young king of a small town

Or shake it off and rise up above it

Been dissed by the most liked kids

Since I don't know when, shit, don't remember when it

Was a time when I fell in line with the in-crowd

Shit, how, when the school is public?

With a mama like, "fuck it"

Black eye from the bully, I got busted

If I didn't hit him back, got another smack

Dried up, two tears in the bucket

I love my mama for that

I remember lovin' drama till the drama come back tenfold

And wonder why I'm stuck in the pintos

And now I'm gettin' money, but you know that I've been broke

I took a lotta karma, had to fix the dent though

'Cause I was wreckin' lifes, only one vehicle

Myself, now I buckle up and I hit roads

Not for lack of mistakes but what I did with those

Sometimes I gotta jump on my soapbox

I feel responsible for tellin' y'all folks these things

Success ain't obtained by what others around you think

Get out of your own way, get after the green

But if I had one dream, I would live a life like this one

I wouldn't put a rabbit in a hat with a bat, just an ice cold

Pabst Blue Ribbon

If I had one wish, I would live a life like this, fuck wishin' though

I'm a livin' God by law, manifestin' third eye visuals

Hillybilly Einstein

If I had one dream, that I could dream it all

I'd pass out drunk on the floor with the lights on

Go to sleep on the single white carpet and take off

Put my gold plaque up on every hater's wall

'Cause I was raised in a place where

People don't believe that anything is possible

But you can have it all

You can have it all

Yeah

Keep hustlin', baby

Keep pushin'

(You can have it all) There's enough wealth in this world for you

(You can have it all) Slumerican, that's family

Misfits, outsiders, dreamers (You can have it all)

And the door's wide open

(You can have it all) That's love

It ain't what you do (You can have it all), it's how you do it

Catfish Billy, baby

King of the low-lifes, Slum

Money lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Jelly Roll & Struggle Jennings)

[Yelawolf:]

Been at it for a minute, yeah

The full minute from the mud I drop (Uh)

Been had a couple haters, yeah

Had a couple haters, but the buzz won't stop (Uh)

Took a bite of that pie, boy

I'm an American rollin' rock (Uh)

What they gon' say now, boy?

Still Slum and I'm settin' up shop

Shop, shop, Yelawolf, Yelawolf

Yeah, buddy, I'm a trailer park household name, uh

I ain't gotta work another day in my life

I can't complain

But fuck a retirement plan

Still lookin' at Jim like, "You hirin', man?"

Took a vacation and spent half of the time

Pacin' the floor, divisin' a plan

Gotta relax

But I got a big loan, holmes, gotta repay RE/MAX

Got it all pent up, gotta get these bucks

So I don't end up in a ski mask

I'ma lift that truck, I'ma sniff these drugs

I'ma go back home where the heat at

Took a look at the hill, baby, I got real

When I get to the top, I'ma ski back

Like a Canadian, send it

Give a fuck what you play and what's trendin'

Billy's on a parade again with his

Gold teeth like an Arabian dentist

A Capricorn, I'm driven, limitless

Can't lay around, just layin' down the business

You pay today to witness admission

Or you can layaway, the gift is extended, money

In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money

Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money

My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money

'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

[Jelly Roll:]

She dance with devils, cranks the levels

Love that bass, fuck the treble

My bitch fire, six inch stilettos

Still pull my strings like Tom Morello

I'ma strip it down to the bare wire

'Til the wheels fall off like a spare tire

Spit straight fire out the air fryer

Critics, they can blow me like a hair dryer

Bad motherfucker since I came into the game

They best be watchin' what they say when they talkin' 'bout me

Miss me with the stupid shit 'cause my whole team is stupid lit

I'm talkin' shit while doin' it, Muhammad Ali, woo

Out here winnin' again

The losers are winnin' again

I'm sick of all these feminine men

I'm sick of all these industry pretend-to-be friends, tell 'em, Yeller

[Yelawolf:]

In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money

Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money

My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money

'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

[Struggle Jennings:]

Fresh outta prison, I got it (Yeah)

How I did it, that's logic (Yeah)

Hard work and no stoppin' (Yeah)

Seen a problem, I solve it (Yeah)

Feds askin', no comment

Money don't make me, I make profit

Everybody feelin' hurt, Dave Chappelle

Cobalt blue SS Chevelle

Yeah, I'm extra hell, oh, I guess they bailed

That's a epic fail 'cause I'm blessed as hell

Funny to me that you dead in the water

And I'm SNL on a Tuesday night

I'm batshit crazy, got 'em sick like China

Why all these dicks act like vaginas?

I'm the guy at the bottom of the well that you wish in

Come up dry, just keep fishin'

How the hell is you dissin'

When I bought the pot that you piss in?

There's a lesson here that you missin'

Hold up, honey, honey, Linda, listen

If you're worth more, gotta work more

Still gonna run my mud mouth if I'm dirt poor

I'm a sinner, but a church boy

Yeah, fuck a couple carats, I'm wearing some kind of turquoise

[Yelawolf:]

In that big old truck, see me pullin' up, that's money

Whiskey pourin' up in the Dixie cup, that's money

My people in the club and they gettin' buck, that's money

'Cause we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck 'bout money

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Every time I punch in, I go to work and then (Money)

When I pick up a pen, I'm goin' up and in (Money)

When I come into town, you know we pack 'em out (Money)

'Cause every time I get down, it's comin' back around (Money)

Dog House lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah, hold up

Ah

Hehe

Yeah

Really though, Catfish, really though

Yeah

Walking around

Pacing back, and forth I go

What's on my mind?

You and I, go down that road

What do I do?

Hang up the phone, and walk away

You told me, you'll be back, back someday

Bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied

Every time

And now I'm in the dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that

I get drunk

Hung my head, at the bar

Where was you?

Baby please, pick up my call

I'm just me

Rowdy boys, never change

Should've known

When you said, we'd be okay

But bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied, bitch you lied

Every time

And now I'm in the dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that

I don't really know hell

One of us is a total mess

Must be you, I can't take the fault

Cause I'm too damn proud to just hold my breath

I speak up when I feel down

I feel down when I speak up

Neither one of us got a grip on shit

Or maybe that grip's just too damn tough

Confusing the heart is true

I know what the girl needs faults

I'm good as an artist, true

I know how to just talk, thoughts

The point of it all is lost

It's all a joke, I thought

I'm blowing smoke, exhaust

That's not a COVID cough

Fuck it all, it's just bottoms up

Ashtray full of Marlboro butts

Must be tripping, what a Klutz

Whatchu sipping? What the fuck

In the dog house where I live bro

Oh, you too? Bump the elbows

Two bricks holding up a gold post

Kicked out, she kicked a field goal

Damn, got me, homie

And now I'm in the dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that dog house

And I'll be out till the morning sippin' whiskey till I can't walk straight

For running my big mouth, out with the boys

Til the early morning, partying the problem away

We all in that, dog house

Oh, you too? Pshh, I already know (Big Mouth)

Here you go homie

That's on me (Dog House)

Matter of fact

Hey, bartender (Big Mouth)

Let's get a round of Creekwater over here

Losers Win Again lyrics - Yelawolf

Uh, what's up Wes?

Man nothing much, what's up?

What's wrong, man?

Ah, I'm in the dog house again, man

You in the dog house, bruh? Yeah

Sheesh, me too, man

I just don't get it

Well it's good to see you tho

Hey, we're in it together

That's right Hell yeah

A couple shots, let's do it

If there's winners and losers

I'm a chooser, chooser

How I pick my friends

Some are drinkers

Call us down and help with the losers win again

Homeward Bound lyrics - Yelawolf

Sometimes I sit alone and

Watch the moon

While the stars go 'round and 'round

All of me falls to the ground

And I know everything's in tune

Homeward bound, yeah

I'm homeward bound

Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found

I'm homeward bound

Oh, sometimes

Yeah, sometimes I

Sometimes I sit alone and

Watch the moon

While the stars go 'round and 'round

All of me falls to the ground

And I know everything's in tune

I'm homeward bound

Homeward bound, yeah

I'm homeward bound

Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found

Homeward bound, yeah

I'm homeward bound

Too much shrooms in the bottle that I found

Bottle that I found

Stars go 'round and 'round

Stars go 'round and 'round

Stars go 'round and 'round

On the ground

Aquanet lyrics - Yelawolf

For the dope girls

Dope-dealin' girls, that is

1985, lower Antioch

Hickory Hollow Mall

Where they at, where they at?

Where they at, where they at?

Yeah

Pink jelly slippers, Whoopi Goldberg yellow river pumps

Hold the diet button up

Swatch watch, doubled up

And the pinky ring in [?]

Sticky purple reefer buzz

Sick as fuck she got the bug

People bringin' in the guap

Mama bringin' in the drugs

Stackin' up that folded money

You know daddy never does

Countin' all that profit up

Heavy tipper at the club

Treat the hustle like a cripple if a cripple need a crutch

Then she walk across the street

Take your keys and leave you stuck

Throw that rouge up on her lips

Flip the mirror in the whip

Barber razor blade inside that Gucci wallet off the hip

Got the stick up off the boat in case you need that brick shipped

Got the LSD on paper case you bitches wanna trip

Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around

Diamonds on her fingernails

Betty out there, gettin' down

Trappin' at the motel

Seven for a quarter pound

That bitch is doin' so well

Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown

But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

And Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

18 wheeler tractor truck is pullin' out the parkin' lot

She done brought the fuckin' crop

Took the suitcase to the boss and did that shit without a Glock

Gotta go collect the stock

Got a goon that's on the watch

Got a goon on paper, too

Yeah, that goon is punchin' clocks

Powder on the kitchen table, powder on the counter top

She's a natural born killer

Make a killin' 'til ya drop

Dump that duffle bag in one

If they chase, they never stop

Leave your product home with mama

And bring mama back the pot

Never sleep, she never dream

Never need no weddin' ring

All she do is shop and hustle so she never cook and clean

She's an 80s baby

MTV with Bowie on the screen

And her bangs are always perfect like her favorite magazine

Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around

Diamonds on her fingernails

Betty out there, gettin' down

Trappin' at the motel

Seven for a quarter pound

That bitch is doin' so well

Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown

But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

And Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

Take that girl up out the country but can't take the country out

Still got plastic on the couch

Got that accent in the south

Tell me what you talkin' 'bout

Ain't no pool table in sight

But that 8-ball is in route

Corner pocket of a [?] and this one's on the house

Drop a name, she never does, drop a dime, I highly doubt

Too much ridin' on the family, holdin' down the local drought

Cadillac is all original, you see her backin' out

Brown paint, brown guts, so she call it "Black & Mild"

If you're lucky with your plug, well then you'll maybe get a call

Keep that beeper on vibrate and don't tell nobody at all

Yeah, that circle super tight, so be careful how you talk

Pulled that pistol out her purse and put that pistol down your drawers

Boy, you know that bitch don't mess around

Diamonds on her fingernails

Betty out there, gettin' down

Trappin' at the motel

Seven for a quarter pound

That bitch is doin' so well

Drinkin' 7-Up and Crown

But all you can ever smell is Aqua Net

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

And Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua Net hairspray

Aqua, Aqua Net hairspray

Bon Jovi on the airwaves

Aqua Net hairspray

Dope girl, keep slangin', yeah

Dope girl, keep slangin'

Aqua, Aqua Net