Just the Intro

In the kitchen and it's tasty

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 people thought

I've been dopе and it don't matter how much weight they bought

Talk, Yеlawolf 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

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

Sipping 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 something, make him wonder where his mommy at

Laundering the money 'cause it's written in the stars, ask my zodiac

All that bluffing y'all was doing, gotta show me that

Yelawolf, Young Cas, in the trap house, drawing so much out the plugs

Reasons why there's black outs

Put the black strap inside of the Chevy box

My homie hit a kilo out the Betty crock

Bettin' on myself 'cause they contemplating trying me

They better not, I'm trying out this iron, leave 'em heavy shots

I send 'em to Heavens gates

I'm a fucking opportunist, I go optimize the units and I dramatize the eulogy

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

Wondering where you should go to sleep?

Far away from me 'cause that's where it's the safest

If you cross me once, I aint 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 over 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

Woke up beside a million and five, how I got it, I'll never know

I showed my bro how to go take him an ounce of the shake and then turn it to gold

Over the stove, all of this water I'm touching thought it was a watering hole

I gotta slaughter the goal

Tell 'em that it never came and charge 'em for more

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

My gun heat seeking

And the deacon could get hit, too, if the piece reload

And I gotta Petri dish full of ET shit

We lit, I could see the glow

Blowing liike C-4

But the mushroom cloud full of weed smoke

I'm busting down feelings of ego

We're touching the crowd, I'm all over the town for the 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 plans, but I always manage

How the fuck they make someone like me famous?

Kicking ass all they ever gonna 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 the 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're going broke at the same time I'm getting 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 till 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)