Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Mystikal
Mystikal
Vocals
Phonix Beats
Phonix Beats
Programming
Shawty Fatt
Shawty Fatt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Darius Barnes
Darius Barnes
Songwriter
Jerrico Horton
Jerrico Horton
Songwriter
M. Horton
M. Horton
Songwriter
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter
Shuggie Otis
Shuggie Otis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Muzzy Solis
Muzzy Solis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Phonix Beats
Phonix Beats
Producer
Sasha Sirota
Sasha Sirota
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hell of a day to load a .22
And take it to the woods and let it ring into the night
And break a bottle with the bullet
Yes, I'm 'bout it motherfucker
Not a single solitary thing is missin' from my Southern roots
I'm liable just to take a Chevrolet
And run it through the mud for giggles
What a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper
Who could tell story like my uncle when he's drinkin'
Product of a workin' environment, fuck is y'all thinkin'?
Meaning I'm workin'-workin' harder than any artist
Can ever do it simply 'cause I'm made that way
I build a house around your ass before you could realize
That you were in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it
Tell 'em I'm an Alabama wannabe, I be that
I'll just take it to the studio
And drop a bomb on you from a motherfuckin' beanbag
I need that
[Verse 2]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet
Talk till there's nothing left to say
'Cause if I don't get away
You gon' see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gon' have to get away from me
Load up the guns, load up the guns
Then you'll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
'Cause if I don't get away
You gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
[Verse 3]
Man, I done been through it all
I done been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feelin'  all on my balls
Without a probable cause, 'cause a **** sittin' tall
"Dawg, you gotta do something, Fatt
On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"
'Cause them up there, don't wanna play fair
Got me pinned to the wall, like a fuckin' thumbtack
Dumb fat, dumb hell, criticize a **** for the crack I sell
Like you could give a shit if a **** eat well
Or eat at all, wanna see me fall
Let 'em see that? Naw dawg, them lies
Only 'cause I got Catfish on my side
Bitch, I'm headed up, up-up to the sky
Roll up, let's get high
Wavin' em bye, I need that
[Verse 4]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet
Talk till there's nothing left to say
'Cause if I don't get away
You gon' see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gon' have to get away from me
Load up the guns, load up the guns
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
'Cause if I don't get away
You gon' see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
[Verse 5]
20 plus 20, still spittin' 'em out
Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house
Then put my dick in your mouth
Take it back out, put it back in
Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch
Which one of you ugly motherfuckers
Think you thug enough or rugg' enough
Or gutter enough, or fast enough to keep up, huh?
The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world
Ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with it
If you in say you in, and if you is
Handle your motherfuckin' business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up
What we gonna do? (Win)
Not a nan' 'nother **** outta there can compare
To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales
In these clubs, in these bars, on these tables and chairs
'Cause I need that
[Verse 6]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J's
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet
Talk till there's nothing left to say
'Cause if I don't get away
You gon' see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gon' have to get away from me
Load up the guns, load up the guns
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
'Cause if I don't get away
You gon' see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon' have to get away from me
Written by: D. Barnes, J. Horton, Mari Horton, Michael Atha, S. Otis
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