Billy and the Purple Datson

[Intro: Yelawolf] That Walnut Park shit That Billy Crystal meth shit [Verse 1: Yelawolf] 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 Huntеr S. Thompson, mobbin', with a green plastic shade Over my visor, watchin' thesе 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 sealed with caulk and locked inside You sealed your fate, I'm killin' Breed like you lost your children Sting like a cut against a salted rim and 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 [Chorus: 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 [Verse 2: Caskey] 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 Know you pussy, but you still don't got nine lives Moral 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 Just to get mercy 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 [Chorus: 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 [Outro: Yelawolf] Not today, yeah, Black Sheep Don't make me send my lil' brother in, motherfucker Caskey, Slumerican Catfish, Billy