Bitches in that donk, bitches in that donk

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 peoplе thought

I've been dope and it don't matter

how much wеight 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 lion

'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 field goals, 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 time I'm gettin' rich

I guess it was 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)