Yelawolf - 2 Hot 4 TV lyrics

Brrptptatata 'Ey when your hear shots ring It's probably my team 10 o'clock I'm in the shower, phone rings It's for you Wayne, I'm in the shower It's important Shawty Fatt is on his way Said he needs to talk to you before the show Tonight at 2:31, alright, okay Slide the curtain back and grab the phone "What up? what's up with it? what's going on? It isn't like you, to go interrupting me for anything at all" He said "I'm just f**ing with you Wolf" and laughed if off Hahaha.. Dick head, hang up the phone Take the phone, wrap my towel, dry off and throw my clothes on In an hour we go home, though I ain't liking the idea Of opening up for Trina I support my clique through whatever So I met my team up at the parking lot We all came together in separate cause We like to debate up alot, small town super stars Every clique got somebody That is spotted more than bout it But I doubt if you ever seen a soldier more bout it Then I ride and die Partner with the hard like a pirahna And I bite like a lion With the bullets to back up the drama 2 Real for TV, yea pulled up in a Minivan Bumpin' that Jeezy, "What up Wolf?" "What up my man?", I dept his hand Security was yelling already that we needed to move But we ain't studying that until security lost a clue And started mouthin' off to the wrong one Specifically the main one who aim guns No, bad idea fat boy, I seen it coming Fistful surrounded them A couple of them was swinging and yelling It could've been over in just a second But the a**hole was persistent And 2 Real for TV ain't with it Me and my dread homie held tight They started yelling out the cops are coming But it was to late something's got a hold And 2 Real popped the trunk, grabbed the steel co*ked it back and walked into the front door of the club You don't want it here, there, anywhere I promise you The sirens are sounding [?] for the rest of the crew Called my homie Fist to get the scoop of what went down "It was nothing Wolf", sh** We up in this b**h chillin' now Damn That's how ya'll get down? For sho' Fistful