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Chill chill, let 'em rhyme man
You know it do man
sit back, relax
Yelawolf up
in the building

I'm Alabama's own
Caprice, 1987 cuddi'
Backyard moonshine methadone laboratory real
Can I it crystal clear?
Chipped tooth of people
pigs who wanna see you killed type of evil
flags, I see 'em
In a truck with the windows
Why is he playing Beanie
"Cause his was a dope man
Skynard didn't talk about moving keys of coke man
Ain't no such thing as a free
Billy's got street work and he's packing a nasty heater
Trailer home trap
Chevys on the blocks
doing donuts in the gravel parking lot
Gold ropes, cousins in a group
And he knows word to every Yelawolf song, bitch

I a motherfucka' would
Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you hip hop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your gon' flop
I wish a motherfucka'
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, naw, I wish a motherfucker would

Now let me you something youngsters
I'm never gonna you something
Unless it's snow white we might mail you something
Me, I'm straight raw with it
Be at your door quick on your jaw I got a new lick
My a murderer niggas who love hip hop
You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas your head pop
I'm just sincere, fresh cut all up in the leer,
Yo leave 'em alone he brought me
Rap, he got it I'm the crew
Flyin' trains, planes, we bout it, bout it
Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted
I got the on me spit in his face I'm bout to piss on homie
Who dem niggas just some Staten niggas
You could call us when niggas get drunk
They you down my nigga
Yelawolf, vandal scramble, this is the true ramble
Aye yo give 'em yo' handle

I wish a would
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a would
Tell me that my shit gon' bitch your shit gon' flop
I a motherfucka' would
me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would

I it Rea'
Sling shot me in quick like Talledega Speed Way
King shit ribbon rap
Baking sodas on the rack
Chef you need these fiends gotta hit you back
Get busy
I'll be in the cut call me Mr. Is he back?
And you don't call my black
I got direction, I'm a road map I'm an
I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and
all of that
Wu-Tang's in 'Bama
Get a handle it
in the revival tent
Vandalist, evangelist got the cannabis
Make a the candles lit
boys follow this
Mamas thirty-aught-six, Long-range tips
Trash huffing glue you build a airline model
In the gutter like a empty PBR is

I wish a motherfucka'
Tell me that I ain't hip hop you ain't hip hop
I a motherfucka' would
Tell me that my shit gon' flop your shit gon' flop
I wish a would
Tell me I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop
I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker

I wish a would
I a motherfucka' would
I a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'
I a motherfucka' would
I wish a motherfucka'