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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Scheffer
James Scheffer
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Producer
Mike Hartnett
Mike Hartnett
Producer
Jim Jonsin
Jim Jonsin
Producer
Irv Johnson
Irv Johnson
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Hayes
Matthew Hayes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm the dude I'm the dude Catfish Billy's on, premium gas I'm fuckin' heavin' with cash I spray the ceiling with Louie Gave the ceiling a bath Oh you catchin' feelings homie, ease it on back Catch smoke from a young gun You gonna have to breathe in a mask Trap boy, are you in need of an ass whoopin 'Cause the way you lookin' makes me helium laugh Even a grad student tryna be prudent will get tossed even as trash Top of the morning to you Oh I'm so different to you Hopin' you prayed this morning That you said "Hallelujah" Malcolm you in the middle your algorithm is screwed up Yeah Mark Zuckerberg I'm tattooed up Here I am Sittin' here In my chair Mindin' my own business, this ain't even fair What you said I don't care I don't want no problems I'ma whoop whoop, I'ma whoop, I'ma whoop This motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear You done woke up a sleeping giant, a heap of lions You done stuck your hand on a pot that's still fryin' I done been down this road so many Times that I could drive it blindfolded Drunk, drop keys and hill climbin' Bitch when I yell out uh-oh! Slumerican squad up, motherucker uh-oh! Salute the low lifes You all up on me you gamblin' that's it no price To be game, 'cause I got snake eyes on both dice Born sinner, the opposite of a winner I'm still hungry but humble, so let me buy you dinner Swipe that black card over your shoulder, goddamn These conservative fucking yuppies, man but Here I am (here I am) Sittin' here In my chair Mindin' my own business, this ain't even fair What you said I don't care I don't want no problems I'ma whoop whoop, I'ma whoop, I'ma whoop This motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear I'ma tear this bitch up, I'ma throw a fuckin' chair I'ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear Get up Better tighten your lip up I don't give a damn about none of your crew I'm about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya Uh-oh, got a belly full of liquor, uh-oh And I don't give a damn about none of your crew I'm about to do what daddy used to do Get up Better tighten your lip up I don't give a damn about none of your crew I'm about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya Uh-oh, got a belly full of liquor, uh-oh
Writer(s): Hiroyuki Sawano, Kanon Yamamoto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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