Yelawolf & Caskey - Tat Shop lyrics

[Chorus: Caskey] At the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me” One for my haters and another for my old homies Know where I’m from, but I still got all this gold on me And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me [Verse 1: Caskey] Yeah, washin’ the money, I’m doin’ the laundry Ain’t come out of Palm Beach Where a million dollars was in arm’s reach Come from a city Where oxycontin turned a lot of people into zombies Where you can’t even buy a charm piece Without someone ringing the alarm, plеase Now I got the car keys And my homiе, Kilo, in the car seat Tryin’ not to fall victim To the long list of my city RIPs Momma said I should’ve stayed home With my eyes stayin’ on the wide screen But I stay with a homie with the red flag And he ain’t a right wing Peace to the gods, cowboy hat Wanna draw on me, strap make ’em reach for the stars Homeboy still tryna reach through the bars So I made one call, told me [?] the cause Outlined chalk Only thing y’all gon’ get tryna come be beefin’ with ours Seen through the tough talk, weed through the [?] Somehow, I made [?] through it all Recall, days I was in dazed, on free fall I ain’t even have change for a meatball At the days inn, days on [?] grease ball Then I turned me the page, I’m done waitin’ So much weight, should stay at the default When you work this hard, man, they can’t discard ya ’cause they know you came for the result, okay, okay? [Chorus: Caskey] At the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me” One for my haters and another for my old homies Know where I’m from, but I still got all this gold on me And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Yeah, at the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me” Your baby momma lookin’, she gon’ put that skull on me Guaranteed, vampire on my neck, she bury teeth Married me, divorce her by sunrise, every week She gon’ need to cool down, know that I got fans by her I put it down, I stick it up, she put them hands higher Boss, I got you, I’m a boss when I say “and hired” Recruit the soldier, roll her over, and fired Player, player, playboy, never rock a suit and tie But I valet that pussy, park you with my eighty-five Oh, that’s a pro, off the hook, like a coat I don’t pass out none of my digits, just the tickets to my show Mucho mucho, thank you much, ATL, I got the cuts Sneaky freaky ’bout that love, I don’t want love, I want a s*ut Be my ace, be my queen, be my anything I need And I may put your initials on my skin, permanently, permanently [Chorus: Caskey] At the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me” One for my haters and another for my old homies Know where I’m from, but I still got all this gold on me And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me