Honey Hole

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

I ain't doing no more running

Less’ I’m running for that money

Told y’all boys I was coming

Sipping whiskey 100

Take me to that honey hole

Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole

Take me to that honey hole

Got that Bass Pro fishing pole

Take me to that honey hole

[Verse 1: J. Michael Phillips]

Flip flops and some tube socks

I been on the porch servin’ all night

Got the forest and a whole flock

Couldn’t make the call

You just a mascot

Hype man, Fuck around

Get shot

Loaded bitch I’m on

Wasn’t born rich

Bring it home and feed it to

My whole click

(Slum Gang)

Everybody eatin

Got it out the mud

Yeah we from the sticks (sticks)

Bitch We been the plug (plug)

Me and Cat Fish (Billy)

Bout to fry it up

Whip it whip it like some grits

Till the day I die

I’m on my Country shit

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

I ain't doing no more running

Less’ I’m running for that money

Told y’all boys I was coming

Sipping whiskey 100

Take me to that honey hole

Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole

Take me to that honey hole

Got that Bass Pro fishing pole

Take me to that honey hole

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

You already know

I need that turquoise, them snake skins, that that gold, woah

That honey hole

Vintage expensive, shit designer clothes, hoes

Knock on that door

She smell that cologne , that bitch hit the floor party

Yea gangsters, of love and danger, yes and thank you

Then I change her but it ain't no running

Hoe you was saying something

Poppers on a chevy, that 808 had it coming, yeah

Father my trail your crumbing

Fool I’ll take you to school too but

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

I ain't doing no more running

Less' I’m running for that money

Told y’all boys I was coming

Sipping whiskey 100

Take me to that honey hole

Got that Bass pro, fishing pole

Take me to that honey hole

Got that Bass Pro fishing pole

Take me to that honey hole