Double Barrel

[Intro]

[Verse One - Yelawolf]

Hello Rittz

Know you over there burning kush

Red hairdo popping out of that black stocking cap like a burning bush

Well let me let mine go

Let my hair down and let a line go

Never mind though like an old wino

Sipping on lime and coke I'm dope I'm Dope

Yeah bitch don't judge my rope

Won't find another like this in the store

No dope come and get you one of these

Money in the bank won't make an emcee

That's true but it's making him believe

Shitting me buddy Yela shaking up the tree

Handing over weeds? like a weeping willow jack

Cause a ratchet ? now fella go to sleep?

I got em peeping over seas

Got a check coming I ain't tripping over cheese

Unless it's a stack the size of a tree trunk

And I'm in an atv

RING RING

I'm throwing mud I'm showing up

I'm blowing drugs I'm so clean I'm blowing suds

You know whats up?

Hey when I get down I get the FUCK down

Double barrel from the side of the truck

Click click bang the fuckers down

10 pointer

See that's three 3 points and one

Bitch get off me

Big pen on the page like a plastic handgun

White trashes bitches and some

Black eyelashes in hand? and boobies too

Ritz crackers in the box

Wanna eat want a treat

Well get on it dude

[Verse Two - Rittz]

Yeah bitch its Rittz and Catfish Billy

Chucking me the light while I crack this philly

You ain't never heard anybody rap this illy

I'm the limelight kid

Higher than a mother fucking skyline is

Dick gag a bitch till her eyeliner start dripping down her cheek like a teardrop

Clear chopped out on a mirror the beer disappeared so we drinking on the Smirnoff

We're not the alcoholics but you can find me on the late night sipping on a whiskey beverage

In the bed with my red head between some legs

I bet I eat her pussy better than Melissa Etheridge

Eat meth for breakfast snort coke for lunch

I think I need to go and see Dr. Drew

Load the gun under the seat of the aqua blue Monte Carlo the cops in hot pursuit

Fuck an obstacle I got pot to move and you can tell when you smell the good dro

Yeah that's me in the club I got a bitch by my side and we getting gone at the Yelawolf show

With the Dixie Mafia the homie transcend bout to put the damn pen to the J-Plymp track

Other rappers that tried either died or they got denied because they came and they ain't been back

[Verse Three - Yelawolf]

Double barrel back in my truck window is impeccable

Elastic on beats my wordplay is stretchable

Popeye on the street with my green Chevy bass up treble low

I grew up with hot sauce on tables for my vegetables

Skateboard on my feet and a backpack full of that work load

I drop off the weight and pinch a gram before I let go

Never fuck with techno

Never popped the purple haze

Stoners caught the elbow

Ravers bought the special k

Flashing lights of red and blue

Paparazzi hide

And you don't have no hand? cause you're a friend of mine

Rittz is synchronous so Yelawolf has to got fly

J-Plymp is whipping tow trucks I had to catch a ride