Junk Yard (feat. Florida Dolph & Crowny Gambino)

We be rollin' like 35s in the mud

Yeah, we got it at the bottom, now, they're makin' a fuss

They love that low end when that bass line thump

You can hear it when that drive come and get you, son

We some mud dogs, I know y'all lookin' for the bars like a pub crawl

We gon' chew up the sticks like a buzz saw

We from the leather throwaways where they dump

Y'all welcome to the junkyard

Yeah, we be ridin' on them buggies like a tide lead

They piggly wiggly, might be bumpin' the baby

But baby, they some hillbillies, our people need some shine

You're tryin' to pull the blinds closed, we backwards and by the coast

Show y'all how them Georgia pines grow

Them silver spoons y'all born with, they not none here

We got it at the bottom, ho, same way we shotgun beer

This that rock up here, we ain't no champagne drinkers

We decompress out in the cabins like some airplane features

I've been moving through the city with a pocket full of stones

24-pack Bud Light, high as cold thorns

Lickin' bottle, keep callin' me, leave me alone

12 steps down the road, I'm gone

I'm that junkyard dog, might just run y'all off

I keep callin', catch a pause, upside your jaw

35's on a silver auto, I'm drownin' in a bottle

I got a demon in my cup, I'm livin' full time

We be rollin' like 35s in the mud

Yeah, we got it at the bottom, now, they're makin' a fuss

They love that low end when that bass line thump

You can hear it when that drive come and get you, son

We some mud dogs, I know y'all lookin' for the bars like a pub crawl

We gon' chew up the sticks like a buzz saw

We from the leather throwaways where they dump

Y'all welcome to the junkyard

That liquor got you feeling ballsy, A, A, should be on your way

'Cause today you walked into the yard of Mr. two A

Push my buttons, thing on my hip, it ain't no two A

Rounds to your toupee, more shots than two K

That might hardly dent your head, flip the coin, I got two phases

I get him cooked, cracking his egg, he orders souffle

Get a drink, catch a breath, get a rap like I'm Boucher

That is it, kick it harder than the bitch call it look at

Where a dog you see the sign, well, I'm the one they're talking about

They got walk up in this bitch, but when they leave we gonna toss

I prefer confrontation, you are speaking it more than consultation

Y'all words fall on deaf ears, I ain't hearing what you're talking about

I'm gonna send them like a DJ, my uncle finna walk him out

A rabbit pit bull off the leash, you can't call them tough

Tough, I bought a bar, I'ma get them all around

And you could bet I'm bonding now, and let them know that

We be rollin' like 35s in the mud

Yeah, we got it at the bottom, now, they're makin' a fuss

They love that low end when that bass line thump

You can hear it when that drive come and get you, son

We some mud dogs, I know y'all lookin' for the bars like a pub crawl

We gon' chew up the sticks like a buzz saw

We from the leather throwaways where they dump

Y'all welcome to the junkyard