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[Intro: Yelawolf & DJ Paul] Young Buck, Yelawolf, yeah D-D-DJ Paul TWHY (You did it, you hear?) [Verse 1: Yelawolf] When I come up out the Chevrolet — that boom When I pull up to the club, yeah, I'm gone When I wanna get high, then I go boom Motherfucker comin’ out of that cocoon Sippin’ only a little bit of that firewater Talk like a laundromat, no quarter Sufferin’ succotash, I slaughter Listen up to the Wolf, you oughta Wait a minute, you ain’t never been here, huh You there with the blonde hair Baby lookin’ too fire Had to get a towel to dry, oh, do tell She drippin’, fashion like all the way trippin’ Pеanut butter skin, tall like a vixen Gucci bag, all for thе fixin’s To be so obvious winnin’ I’ma have to go talk to these women If she keeps gawkin’ and grinnin’ I’ma give her that (Gawk) like a chicken Ooh, fill in the blanks I’m a gorilla for real, I’m a gang I’ma go hard, pull out a card Buy the whole bar and go fill up the tank Ugh, touché Bossed up like a big briefcase, stick toupees Get money the quick way Been paid, get that whip today Out of that parking lot for the stick And still on the window, Three 6 I bump a lot Posted up like highball play, Catfish Billies on Broadway With a tall, thick one, yeah, all day On these 808s like a crawlspace In the yadda-gadda, so spark a fatty Me and Bucks mopped up the hallway with that trip [Verse 2: Young Buck] I just put the barrel to the beat, then squeeze Too hot to freeze, catchin’ up on my sleep Countin’ me out, but I’m like, bitch please Ain’t no cure for me, I’m a fuckin’ disease Coke on my nostrils, sellin’ dope to a bunch of impostors Got a Glock like PnB Rock shoulda had While I’m sittin’ here eatin’ at Roscoe’s Fuck that, why am I so hostile? I been looking at all these impostors Got this little bitty knife that I had to devour wars, cutting out niggas popsicles Shoulda died, but I kept on breathing, I'm back like B.M.F second season All I really just need is a reason, I live, a nigga bleedin this evening Fat bitch, but she come with a body count, can't pay for it though, not that amount What is that about? I was goin' in raw, 'till she put out a pause, so I put up my dick and ran away I'm a Slum American, got nothin' but the needles with the heroin And I'm ridin' round with a brick in the Taiwain, watchin the WA, comin' back from the Maryland Quick days are comin' up soon, I need me shrooms, my lawyer's on Zoom I be back in forty-eight hours, while y'all can't put me in a cold-ass home Still sick like a Covid patient, got a stick, and I'm on probation Put a pitchfork in a bitch face like I'm Larry Hoover for the whole Folk Nation Let's go! [Outro: Yelawolf] I won't give up on nothing (Drink a lot, drink a lot) I was born to give them hell (Smoke a lot, smoke a lot) I was born to give them hell (Drink a lot, drink a lot) I won't give up on nothing (Smoke a lot, smoke a lot) I won't give up on nothing Got a body and a shell (Drink a lot, drink a lot) I won't give up on nothing (Smoke a lot, smoke a lot) I was born to give them hell (Drink a lot, drink a lot) I was born to give them hell Give them hell