[Intro: DJ Paul & TWhy]
DJ Paul, TWhy you did it you earned
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Yea, tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Back on back bitch, back on back
Tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Bitch, back on back, back on, back on back
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Oooooh I just fired up the crew
I done got a couple tattoo grooms
Trippin on brown, trippin on mushrooms
Boiling hot, boiling over, boiling up and boiling spoons
That's some heroin type arrogance and dark where shadows loom
Talking L.A. facing Pepe
Teaching me the rules, they put me in the school with paper and the led now that's an essay
Teacher, teacher you ain't got a seatbelt to protеct me
I'm crashing in this Box, I'm sipping Creek with a machete
In thе cut to get a chop, make my way I blaze a trail
I'm raising hell up to the top
And on that 13th floor that's when my elevator stop
I don't sell no drink to suckers but instead I let em shop
Hold a mop, bitches wetter then the bread I let it sop
Signing letters from the trip so let us pray they let us stop
No surprise I got the eyes I crossed the T the cattles hot
UFO just wrote Slumafia and spread it on the crop, yeah
Alabama, Tennessee
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Yea, tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Back on back bitch, back on back (yea)
Tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Bitch, back on back, back on, back on back
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
(DJ Paul) I tote the bag like a paramed
I got some shit that'll make it look make your ass dead
I got some shit that'll make you happy when you sad
I got that wake up, that wake up, I put that on my dad
I took that back from Tennessee way down to Aspen
I bought a crib for four mil but they was asking 6
But I'm from Memphis so you know a nigga
Slick, can pay no full price but we fully pimp a, bitch
I made a mil fo' the crack of dawn (I'm so rich)
I did it all sittin in my Dawn (Graveyard shift)
I went to Roley you went to the pawn (Roleys on wrists with a gun on hip)
Blackhaven nigga making ballplayer money
Tryna stick my whole dick and balls in your bitch tummy
Versace down but I used to wear Tommy
Used to carry Tecs but now I carry Tommies
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Yea, tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Back on back bitch, back on back (yea)
Tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Bitch, back on back, back on, back on back
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