[Kid Rck - hook] Yeah, I’m throwed off Aint about the money I’ma blow it off I made my own lane, let’s roll, lets roll Yeah, I’m going off Aint got a whole lot but I’mma show it off Better recognise game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll
[Yelawolf - Verse 1] Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around How I was raised, 808 drums quaking they shake that box 88 And the dope boys hotter than hells gate but I still in the shade With a fold up chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate A-L-A B-A-M-A I’m off I might pee in the lake I might go to Talladega and see me a race Bring me case, yeah I’m bringing a case I’m gettin’ throwed off…
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[Yelawolf - Verse 2] And I’m all the way throwed off Z71 take the bow off Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball Split you in my overalls Yeah home of the Gumbo, got a couple folks that’d do it to you for hundo That dixie cups gonna fall off the console You don’t wanna have a convo and not understand that ‘Bama slanguage Like hollerin’ aint it, but I come to paint it so it won’t be throwed off?
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[Yelawolf - Verse 3] I’m just a kid that rocks I’m just a boy with a dream You bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox Now I bang beretta’s, she’s 22 and I keep her in a tube top White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off Like how the f-ck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a f-cking jackhammer dog Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball F-ck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off