[Yelawolf]
Uh, yeah
See I'm a walking, talking, barking, biting, fighting lightning in a bottle, Chevrelot golden model
Crystal glass full of Creek water when I wobble past the keys to the valley and hit the bottle
Why they make it, drank it, scraping pills was once over cause over, cause a switch of funk with Trunk Muzik III
I lose it, I use it, I drank it, I hang it, I wailin', I'm willing, I'm dangerous
Aim for the ankles and hit bitches throat
Who in the fuck is this hit with the flows
Catfish Billy got that pocket homie
I'm a rocket homie, I don't think slow
But I sink low when that bucket seep
Low Fashion is luxury
If I want it, fuck it, yeah I can get it
I must be living on fucking street
Did you poke at that Robert Van Winkle
Hanging down over his mink coat
I come alone, from a lone mobile home
I could roll you a cone with no ring coats
Chevrolet hit with the sprinkles
Got it El Camino after sinkhole
Smirk, Box Chevy like bingo
I got this bitch
[Yelawolf & DJ Paul]
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
I smashed up the gray one, call me a red
[Rittz]
See I didn't want no rapping off Atlanta Legend no piano lessons
I know how to push a key, wasn't on the Freshmen cover, guess XXL wasn't thinking I was good enough I could be
Rate me one to seven I'm 11
In my Chevy would you let me in best friend
Make a g-string wetter than a headband
See me on the roll and turn around and get a neck cramp
Look at your reflection paint like I sparked the stars
Shinin' like a diamond, a side of my Audemars
She blow a dick like muah
I made her squirt all over the seat now I gotta wash the car
It's like I dived on the slide of the water park
The pussy was good shit, I dropped her off
On the steps like I had a job at UPS
Told her call me but everytime we bark, I yawn
And when I park my car, they come lookin'
And I'm fuckin', I'll fuckin' fuck a soccer mom
And some dork bitch dressing up for Comic-Con
The Chevy bouncing like it had a hydraulic pump in
The T-tops are gone, then speed off like a redneck screaming yeehaw
These laws promise seesaw, bringin' please stars
All they retrieve underneath the seat was a big pink DD bra
That a big bra must've worn on a recall
But they tryna give me tickets like I wanna skeeball
In a black Monte Carlo, strapped like a narco
Riding through Atlanta bumpin' to the seat love
Reppin' CNT, but believe I won't be slump till I'm 6 feet deep in the ground
Up in my box chevy speedin' off when I see the GCP digging around and I be
[Yelawolf & DJ Paul]
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
I smashed up the gray one, call me a red
[DJ Paul]
Yeah. in my box chevy runnin'
You will gutless by my dope cutlass
Pass it like judgement, when pain and isn't good
Police say I'm up to something
Put the 30s on that bitch
Tell 'em you gotta look up to something
This for the homies that keep money down then sneak about it
That fast cash, in the trunk of my Box Chevy I keep me a speaker box like OutKast
People tryna get me fucked, next thing you know, like out bag
But I got some killas that's in the front yard and I got some killas that's out back
There's something in my Box that'll put you in a box
Got your whore in my Box Chevy cause I'm fucking with a box
I leave the song of the year with a freestyle, who run it?
20 years in the gangsta doing laps and I got this bitch
[Yelawolf & DJ Paul]
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
We got this bitch runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out
I smashed up the gray one, call me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
I smashed up the gray one, call me a red
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