Just the Intro

[Verse 1: Yelawolf] 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 [Verse 2: Caskey] 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 [Verse 3: Yelawolf] 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 [Verse 4: Caskey] 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' [Verse 5: Yelawolf] 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 [Verse 6: Caskey] 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 [Verse 7: Yelawolf] 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 [Verse 8: Caskey] 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 [Verse 9: Yelawolf & Caskey] 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)