Burn one, burn one
(Chorus)
Good to go (x4)
Fresh kicks, (always)
Lou fritz, (all right)
Drop hits, (all day)
Then party, (all night)
(repeat)
(Yelawolf)
Walk with a limp but i talk with a lingo
Party with a bunch of bad girls in a pinto
Run up on a mother f**er wit a dull pencil
Sharper than a number 2 on his new Benzo
Hit the breaks all the way, you can do an endo
Put the ba** in yo face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy the style
Ill lend yo a**, the mans so bad
From Alabama with a banjo co*ked back
Swing ba** like a Rambo fix that
I don't want to hear sh** buddy that's that
Cant get a buzz, well run back to the bar
Get another drink, get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number b**h
Maybe when I'm ready to roll ill hitcha with a totem poll
But right now I'm
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(Bun B)
Well boy you wanna do sh**, lets get to it
You already know ima run right through it
Im just like fluid, matter fact like water
Come and be real or go lil harder
Hide yo girlfriend, wife, or daughter
Put em on a plate ima serve your order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughter
Game over by the end of the first quarter
Wake up hater, rise and shine
Ima star boy, you ridin pine
I got your main girl ridin mine
Her face in my lap as i recline
Its grindin time as i declare
I run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathons
Ya gangstas be like hammer gone
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(Yelawolf)
Dont you know i got Bun B in my front seat
And we got these (choppers on the chrome)
One more time for ya boy Pimp C (pockets fulla stones)
I gotta pocket fulla stones cause i fell off my dirtbike
In cargo pants
I rock the microphone literally
Murder the track lyrically with bottles, cans,
Pop a band
Put a stack on it i'll water these plants like aqua man
Make a rapper run back to the studio
Retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
Ill be damned, catfish billy
You don't wanna run if yo rhythm ain't ready
Sin syllables, beats edible,incredible, inevitably, GO!
Chorus