OMG!

[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