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[Intro: Yelawolf & DJ Paul]
Young Buck, Yelawolf, yeah
D-D-DJ Paul
TWHY (You did it, you hear?)

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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’
Peanut butter skin, tall like a vixen
Gucci bag, all for the 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 - 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 girl 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 lookin 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