| Lyrics: [YelaWolf] Aye Boo Get these motherf*ckers And pass that jack [Hook] I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't sayin' shit Get the f*ck from round' here You don't rep my shit You ain't from my city You don't know about this You want that drama You ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it Up! Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it bitch Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up! You ain't ready for it bitch [Yelawolf] I already got.. 2 cars in the yard that don't run, so why would I wanna break shit down for you? Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick.. To f*ck you in that pussy carpet you munch If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one Barely then really you kidding, bitch I'm the prodigal son And I'm stuntin' like my daddy, d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama CC-country like my uncles, stutterin' like a CD in a donk BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP And I'm in a blue Chevy,runnin' over motherf*ckers in first I ain't even shift gears yet, I ain't even here yet, I'm outta this Earth Right? (Yeah ho!) But I just hit the surface And I'm 'bout to walk into a bank with a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk (where the keys?) Bitch you better take your purse! I got a brick of herb And a hit to serve, and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb So get the f*ck outta my way buddy you don't wanna walk around the chicken house With a heart of a puppy dog ... |
