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 Chorus (x2) (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 (Chorus x2) (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