Elvis Messy (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah

DJ Klever

Yelawolf

MWA

Bryan Jones on the beat biatch

Alright DJ come take the wheel

And I'll set this fucker off

Pull Catfish up out the hills

That's how I would do your job

You don't want no problem here

Not the line you want to cross

Take the rapper over here

And I'll feed him to the dogs

Just because, just be cau-tious

Look at you like, "Nah cause..."

Mad cause we got bitches licking lips and throwing bras up

Got no time to talk, cause

When I snap, it's all good

If I cut you down then best believe I'm throwing sawdust

Aw shucks

Aw fuck, I'm just playing, shut up

Fair warning not too subtle

I lay dormant but ooh brother

Got holy water like two puddles

And landslide the vampires are vandalized

With cans of Krylon damage and design

Sanitize the inner prize

The plan is amplified

Fans are f'n tired

By the need, provided me

Allowing me to open the

Show is over, no promoter

Locally and overseas

Would tell you different, I'm a timebomb

Tick, tick, tick, tick, I'm an icon

Slumerican tossed the barbarian off the bar area

Plus the dyed hair blonde-

Bitch over there, got her hips in the air

And her tits I'm aware, I'ma dip in a pair, I'ma lick on the set

That I'ma smash it, attack it, in the back till she's pissing the bed

Fist full of hair at your crib and a lounge hair you got a visitor there

Face shot to the clear, she dropped on the legs, yeah, and I let her kiss on the head

Hold my beer, don't hold my breath

Hold my weight, showing flex

I'm so hard, diamonds envy 'round me

Look, I'm so cool, I got my own climate

Mountainous terrain to climb no

You fuckin' with the hustle, need a rope

You want the vintage turquoise, Navajo

I stained that shit from stage at every show

Brad Spit, Matthew Mcconaublaze

Hollywood meets Elvis Messy

Pull up in a beat-up Honda that I stole to drunk drive cause I like Chevy's

Oh, here I go, no red carpet and no rope

Put me down there with my folk and let the Slum come strike a pose

I write my flows like a fighter

These are punches being thrown

To your nose, duck and jab

Leaving blood patterns on the clothes

I might be white Muhammed Ali

As-salamu alaykum, here for the feast

But I couldn't be a Muslim, that could never be

Cause I'm still pissin' in a barrel full of beez

Like a chair for a bear, I'ma need a bigger seat

To sit cross-legged, I swear I'm a Chief

Hey I hose off, staring at me

Better mourn the cow, bury the beef

I clip your wings like there's no air beneath a parakeet

Give you some rings around your eyes like I said marry me

Get to the bottom of it like Titanic, very deep

Make you a model puppet, like Jim Henson every week

Sesame Street, yes sir Big Bird

Leave 'em black and yellow like I live in Pittsburgh

Shit turds, with quick words, throw bricks of with, this pick is yours

All my fans, they pump the fist, get lit, and flip the bird

All my jams, they bump and kick and I just stick the words

Like a tube of super glue does for model aeroplanes

If the music chooses you, add the wheels and glue the wings

Then the paint, then the strings, then from the ceiling it will hang

Collect them all, don't let 'em fall

Until the critics come and frame

You working pictures then you switch up and you work on model trains

Just to keep 'em in suspicion like a pro, that's why I changed

So to all the people who supported me throughout the game

Over the years, I hope you like watching me grow

Yeah, Michael Wayne, Michael Wayne

Yeah, Ghetto Cowboy

5427 Hickory Park Drive off Bell Road

Antioch Tennessee

Via southside Alabama

G.A.D motherfucker

Trunk Muzik III

Gansta Walk (Get Buck Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Slumafia

Gangsta Boo

Catfish Billy, Yeah!

I am still that motherfucker

Ain't nothing new to this

Been that country cousin way before I even knew K.R.I.T

Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey and I shoots it

Using my gold teeth to take an olive off a toothpick

Throw the bitch in an empty bottle then I stepped out the Silverado

Light a cigarette up and then hobble off into the alley way covered in smoke like the Legend of Sleepy Hallow

Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves in this one and a lot of them out here working hard but that ain't my problem, fuck 'em all because of all that shit was borrowed

Got a bucket to piss in I'm good on this end, no college tuition

On a whole other mission, I'm headed to Memphis to fuck with the remix

Bumping Three-Six, pull up at the big pen and create a helix we repping for Felix

Been dripping, been leaking juice bitch you see 'em drinking

Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen

Now you fucking going off cooking up a new rendition

Country rappers on my balls look at the redneckism

Should've popped some Adderall, I wasn't paying attention

That ADD's like SATs I never took nothing for it

Dazed and confused major league dude, I never took nothing for it

I was just bored, I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth

Became a rapper just so I could sing a lose every fan that I had before

Everyday all day, didn't have that tattoo

Around about '08 back when I wore fat shoes

No Balenciaga's I was hoarding Jordan's with a corduroy hat fedora in Florida

Forget about the old me kinda sorta

Put on a pair of boots and I jump the border

But what's a boarder to a native quarter but a wave to make Trump create an order

I'm a rebel bitch I don't wade at the shore for a wave to crash I go and make the water

Transport a serpent earth I'm never nervous, you can't evolve living on the surface

You can't take me from my purpose, that's like taking 50 from Curtis

So hop in the next lane, yeah just I hop in the next lane

But I got the whole fucking highway, run over you like a sept tank

Trying to catch up in your Reeboks, you better watch where you're stepping

I'll shit on your Champion sweatsuit, cause we can get popped like a wedding

But I'm musically polygamous idiot rock and roll we did the same thing

Yeah I'm 'bout the Slum South, striped suits and the chain gangs

See if Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison became B-boys with Eminem and Pink Floyd

Then forged a group with Hank III of course then Slumerican would be the emporium

Trunk Muzik 3

[*cracks beer*]

Jesco White (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Catfish Billy!

MWA Bitch!

Low-fashion slum

Mr. Don Corleone!

One drop or a not from this boss

You may get rocked with the fist or shot what you stocked in the cross

Hairs of a semi-r [?] told through your notch-o

See I gave a fuck once, now I do not doze

Hello-I, lit up like a yellow light

Like a young Jesco White, on a mellow-yellow high

Chip a tooth when that pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel

Seen the world through the Devil's eyes, he dead me to make a deal

I decline, king of mind, that's a waste of time

Give me a break, spit on the snake, let em taste the lines

Cowboy boots scaled like a plate of dimes

Black suede pressed dress to create a grime

You let your fangs hand, haters can't do a dang thang

But complain, comment and shame, claiming to gang-bang

That same bitch that you double-tapping to bang came

To my show like [?] psu-psudio to show me brain games

See visionaries ain't got no problem with execution

I just wake up like a rocket and hop up and fucking do it

No logical explanation on how I drop my music

I just find a socket, plug it in pocket and lock into it

Oh, what a wonderful feeling

Gotta take a minute and do some breathing

Ain't take a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, looking for a reason

Looking for a tie, looking for a suit

That Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame is due

Overdue, but the road is loose

When you gonna evade this? No one's clue

No one knows, where it goes

Where you've been or what to do

But that's me in a nutshell bro

Going nuts, deja-vu

Oh what a dream, roll your boats

Sow your oats, all with the beans

Ain't no gas, kid let's rock, buy with the bot, not with the lean

In my coat when I fucking pop, like a mushroom in the morning gleam

After a rain, in the spring, Michael rain, yeah-that's me

Got it locked, that is key

Got it hot, in the sea

O-U-N-T-R-Y, kept this in your soar eyes

If you want that four-five, come on in the doors-wide

So deep that said your-tribe, welcome to the north side

Look out in the back, that Heisenberg hat, pork pie

Sick you to that kid, buck, three-six is our war cry

Kids are playing Fortnite, I was playing short-sight

Didn't see tomorrow, I just wanted one more bite

So I started stealing, chopping parts under the porch light

I just wanted better than what Mamma could afford, why?

Cause I am a son of a bitch! Hard as you ever saw

Showed up and get duck or get hit, with this a pepper y'all

Huddle-up with your fucked clique, and it's a methanol

Suck a dick, sucka suck shit, all through an effin' straw

Naw he didn't-oh, yes the fuck I did!

Now take these words, stay woke, and tattoo both eye lids

Y'all bitches sleeping on me? I need my own Hilton

I come with cots for you bots, go take a nap in the den

While I master a plan with the master in Mathers again

Slum-Shady on plum crazy get laughing again

But when that trash in the atmosphere like a ravenous wind

When I pass in that black Cadillac, with Travis and em'

Yeah, and its so much fun going at it again

I just might need to sing a bit, go get some practice and then

So let me clear my throat, let me see if I hear the notes

I hear the notes, now look in your black mirror and strike a pose

Ain't it good to be famous?

Everybody knows your name

But you can't walk around here shameless

90% of y'all so lame

Trunk Muzik 3...

Mango lyrics - Baldacci & Yelawolf

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All they want to do is meet the mango (Mango mango)

You've been sleeping on me, take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky freaky

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All she want to do is meet the mango (mango mango)

You've been sleeping on me, take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so

She likes those boys in the band

She says that I'm her all-time favorite

When I make a move to her room, it's the right time

She's never hard to please

Oh girl

She caught that Uber to the hotel

We know that she don't wanna go home

She brought friends up in that SUV to have fun

But she's never far from me

Ooh girl

It's some, it's some, it's some in this house

They gone, they gone (uhh), they gone spill shit on the couch

They gone jump all in the bed like fucking kid's and get kicked out

Some of them bitches super tripping but I won't stop them

Cause I'm out, on that porch smoking that smoke

Drinking that drink and talking bout'

Flipping that bread with that plug

While she cuffin with the powd

Come get this when she's a loosie goose

That creek waters no drought

Talk about wet yeah she's wet damn they drooling at the mouth

Yelawolf, Yelawolf, Rock and Roll yeah that coke bag is poking out

Flipping that gram, I trip out

She said tell me bout' the south

Girl look down, that is how

Throw that straw up in your snout

That mean you just cross the county line

In 20, I'm pulling out

I'm bout' to

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All they want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me, take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky, freaky

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All she want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me take your blind fold (Baldi, blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky

I'm just out here on the grind though (mango, mango)

And though it's dark, It's time to shine though (pronto, pronto)

Got the keys to whip hit the hotel

Couple hoes no flicks cause' the hoes tell

Don't nobody say a word when it go down

Lil' mama going fast better slow down

Give the beast a peace mind though (mano, mano)

I take this Bitch back to the condo (vamos, vamos)

She like the boys from the gangs

She called her friends down to the hotel (come here)

When I get there she got bitches

Wanna tango

It's such a freaky scene (it is)

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All they want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me take your blind fold (blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky, freaky

Take that party bitch back to the condo (yeah, yeah)

All she want to do is meet that mango (mango, mango, mango)

You've been sleeping on me take your blind fold (Baldi, blind fold)

Give me that chop, chop, chop, chop

Cut it up

She's so freaky, freaky

Freaky (mango, mango)

Mango like candy

Hahaha, yeah

Baldi, Catfish Billy

That AL, LA connect

Mango

Mtn Dew Mouth Freestyle lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah, Yelawolf

Catfish Billy!

DJ Klever, Brian Jones, uh!

Two bricks, through the window

To hit, to cripple

Two fucks, not two given

I'm going to get 'em

Or going to prison, woah

Dangerous mind of a 22-year-old me

Damn what a shame

But I didn't know the pizza man

I'm just looking for the cheese and the bread for the culinary gang

Culinary gang, fuck it and I let the mullet hang

I ain't got the budget to go and cut it anyway

Wait, I forgot, I'm paid

Feels like yesterday when I hid in the shade

Now I live in a crib on the hill but I still wake up like I never met Sway

Never opened up for Wu-Tang, like Charlemagne Tha God - got nobody left to hate, perfect

Dirty white boys like me from the South got plenty shit to talk about

Like a front porch with a couch

What, you ain't never heard of Mountain Dew Mouth?

In West Virginia, they put that shit in baby bottles

Way I see it is, fuck it if you want a retard kid, it's made to swallow

So put a bigger hole in a rubber nipple, 'cause his little brother is soon to follow

Be a toothless coal miner just like daddy was and die young we're back in the hollow

I'm on some other shit, I'm on a mothership

Keep up with me, no, hoe don't type, bitch get a grip

Been around this club

With pros and played all my hits

Jump from stages to moshpits and swung my fists

Opened up a show for Wiz Khalifa

And his fans all yelled at me, damn

Soon as I get back to 'Bama

I'ma tell my mama y'all half of me (perfect)

Motherfuckers ain't popping no trunks tonight, huh

Nowhere to go, well fuck me

I'm coming back to San Diego with Danny Trejo and a machete

Food for thought, words must be edible

I gotta tapeworm, never full (ha)

Mixtape worm, never coiled

Tangled and stuck, loose and pulled

Like a Reader's Digest-I've system

Twisted with a list of mystic raps

I unfoil like a brisket hot, chopped, or liquid boiled

I'm fresh to death like Egyptian oil

Go down

God's child

Moses

Love

Way down in Egypt land

And through war, I

Can fill up a void

My soul is implored, I'm feeling it Lord

Through the will of my pen

To the end of my force, I carry the sword

Responsible for my own actions

Y'all better act like you know

I ain't no saint, I'm a sinner

But my guardian angel is close

A part of me anchors a ghost

But I can't take back what I've done

You could say that I've hurt people's hope

I didn't do it for fun

All those people that doubted a bum

I found my joy in the sadness

Learning how no to care takes practice and becomes a habit

Yeah, becomes a habit

It's an art form to not giving a fuck

Aw

Damn, back to what I do

Catfish Billy, baby hello how are you?

Devour nine rappers like a pair of lions fell into a swimming pool

I think I got the whole crew, boo

Let me know what y'all wanna do

I bought a 30 pack of Creek Water baby boo

99 99.99, not mine, I got a 100 proof that loosie juice

Don't be choosey floozy, who you talkin' to

Bitches actin' stupes, I'll just make that call to Gangsta Boo (perfect)

Yeah, then swerve the whip and curb the trick

And know this does not picture perfect scripts

Shall I shunder, no number, she was blundered

Me and Boo just robbed the bitch

Mafia, Slumafia

MWA motherfucker

Still Shady

Ghetto fuckin' Cowboy

Yeah, Trunk Muzik III

Pinto Bean (Freestyle) lyrics - Yelawolf

Yeah!

Yeah!

Fu-Fu-Fucking Getting it (Yeah)

Yelawolf Bitch

Okay, okay, okay I told that bitch to meet me at the condo

Just tell me where I can locate that fucker Rondo

She said I know he somewhere dope and getting gassed up

So we stuck his ass up at canco

Oh boy, playboy, I'm too raw to have my own business

Ain't I just getting it though my story should be prohibited

Bitches is giggling, dudes are like infinitely hating

But this is pivotal shift in a career of Michael Atha, yeah!

Michael Atha on a bike, I'm psycho, Harley Davidson

Chick be poppin', if is droppin' then I'm microwaving, yeah!

Sip, sip and tripping, grab the mic and shock the stage in, yeah!

Leave 'em rocking, like the Cookup whipping pats of bacon, yeah!

Soda hold the door, before the show is over

So we toe to toe with the promoters, so and so is throwing show to so go get your motor rolling, get that one dash three and four and call up a patrol for local help before we hit road, I'm out

I am out, I am higher than a spot of a Chevron, oil leaking and gasoline is in a drought, out!

In that Chevrolet still, yeah I'm in that Chevrolet still

He want hand racks for that dip, boy I bet I pay for them wheels

I'm nervous 'bout that rent, boy I better wait for that deal

I'm nervous about that bitch, boy I bet I pay for them pills

Church! All hail, Yelawolf went so far left that he came full circle

No bullets in the revolver left (left)

Been at the cross, with the tall nails (tall nails)

But I'm at peace with my fate, boss (fate boss)

Third eye open so set sail (set sail)

Man it was nothing like what they thought

From Alabama so, how did I get so open minded

When I got Hillbillies posted up, dipping Skoal behind me

Go poke around the soil, my roots are covered in blood

How can I not be deep? unfold the origami

I went from salami and ramen noodles to wasabi and "what is it?" I can't pronounce those, who?

See you can take the boy up out the swimming hole

But you can't take Catfish Billy up out the flows, nah

You begin fuck around looking like somebody took your best chicken from the coop

And took your coupé and crashed it into the booth

With the full intention of fucking you

Hip Hop

I am a leader, but neither with I soon admit to it neither

If you say I'm a leader then follow me, don't bother me with the fucking ideas, seen

Quote it, printed, ching, after every single dream

Ash to wind is to me, Pinto Beans, Chingo Bling

And blue suede is to king, like a blade is to sling

And I reckon I'm gon' kill him

Trunk Muzik 3 (Bitch!)

Skallywag Freestyle lyrics - Yelawolf

It looks like

Baldhead Skallywag

Maybe that

Baldhead Skallywag, talking this and that

You may have an allergic reaction, shut up bitch

You may have an allergic reaction, hello

Or just plain crazy, hello

Plain crazy, yeah

5150, look, huh?

Ain't nothing wrong with me

Except for maybe my ambition

If I'm crazy for dreaming I fell down a long tree

Hit every limb on the way down and bumped my noggin'

A hollow head, my mama said, is someone knocking?

That's why keepin' me from winnin' is a major job

Because I wish a motherfucker would, I pray to God

Yelawolf, and I'm an egg in the frying pan

Couple loose screws on the hub cap tires and

Possibly my papa see, he got the T, the H, the C

He got that private property, he dropped the C

The crop PV to got to me, to pipe the weed

Where did it lead?

It led me down, it led me up, to LSD illogically, yeah

White boys all over the world getting buck cause they know just what I'm talkin' bout

Black boys all over the world getting buck cause they know just what I'm talkin' bout

Brown boy, yellow boy, whatever the hell boy

Follow my trail, they lost the route

So many more foes running with the mojo

That I could've made a show like Austin Powers

Words with words, I'm cold, blizzard McFlurry

No wine, no cloak, reserved, yes sir, certainly

My box goes 'round the curb real slow, no hurry

Then out my window goes the gun for purging

Look, look like deers in a cage so

Jesus take the wheel, you steer, I'll slay, then

We'll go get a couple cold beers, what you say

And he handed me a solid gold draco engraved and

Pop, pop, pop, pop, I just drop 4 cops that mob with the Ku Klux Klan

He said that's why I say hey man nice shot, that's a nice shot man

Blood drops on another couple white van

Laid down by the hand of a white man

Damn, and I sleep like a baby

With the gold draco lying on the nightstand

Watching too much Killer Mike (Love)

Sometimes it sucks to be human (Hate it)

Sometimes it sucks to be white (Love)

Dealing with these institutions (Hate it)

Thank God I had mixed children (Love)

That is my contribution (Hate it)

Without them, I probably would snap (Love)

But I'll just choose the music

Suited, booted, I'm ready Eddy

I'll use my noodle like mom's spaghetti

The truth is brutal, it's hard and heavy

But the truth is used for them lies and deadly

So keepin' it real is not slang

It's a must-have, gotta live thang

To some of y'all, it's just a new game

Like a muskrat with a shoestring

Toys, now that's what graffiti writers used to call lames

I used to be a graffiti writer so I know how to scale and bomb trains

Noise, now that's what my Uncle used to call Hip-Hop

90% of the time when I listen to new shit, I say the same thing

Choice, either you gotta make one or they'll make one up for you

Be an original, not a percentage of a dying trend just to make bank

Poise, position of power is a blessing but can be a curse

Be the worth of your soul, not the worth of your pocket and purse now let's get this bitch crank

I just shook y'all motherfuckers

Black truck, masked up, 10 deep, no sleep

Robbing the house on the hill

I came up with crooks and took that risk to top

Boy I'm that real

Trunk Muzik III

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

 

• Wtf
• Matador

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
• MiLLiON DOLLAR MULLET

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
• Daytona
• Been A Problem
• Billy And The Purple Datson
• Turn Up In Tijuana
• Cookies
• McQueen Fiend Remix
• Open
• C'est La Vie
• Tat Shop
• Million Dollar Deal

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
• Unnatural Born Killer
• Opie Taylor
• Box Chevy 7
• Here I Am
• Still Ridin'
• Lightning
• Renegades
• So Long
• You And Me
• A Message From DJ Paul
• Country Rich
• Keep On Rollin
• Ghetto Cowboy

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)