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Hard Target & SHOCKA HUSTLEMANE

Yonder I Go

4

Hip-Hop/Rap

Yonder I Go was released on September 11, 2024 by Traylormade Records as a part of the album indecisive

Song Details

Albumindecisive

Release DateSeptember 11, 2024

LabelTraylormade Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM62

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hard Target

Performer

SHOCKA HUSTLEMANE

SHOCKA HUSTLEMANE

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ryan M Fleming

Composer

Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Boys ridin' way out yonder where the law don't come

Where them city boys pass by and don't want none

I know that panties ain't pretty, but that's some bitch rhymes

This is all that I know till down yonder high

And you can tell them boys, hell's comin' with me

Feelin' drunk with some redness

This is all that I know till down yonder high

Goin' all shammie with that primer still drippin'

It's how we spray, it's how we live

Yeah, I remember long days sittin' in the hot sun sweatin' my

Man, the AC fair shot, better run good though

You can take a look at the bow, front row tire marks on the bedrock

You can see my baby got ass, right around the corner with glass

Have a little hiccup when it's time to get up

I just put my baby on the dance

Wow

Watch your mouth, hand me a bar soap

Let them know I'm the one not to play with

This is not a statement, not even a warning shot

I'm what separates the dirt from the pavement

A ring-a-tanga, bang-bang-gang-gang

You can tell the zoo that I'm about to go

My ride, I got a fucked-up grill

I'm out your kid, she gon' get a facelift, baby

Cause I know that the neighbors don't like my songs

My truck loud and they hate it when I shoot my guns

If somebody ain't mad when this night gets done

Then there's a pretty good chance that it wasn't

I don't want to hear it

Way out yonder where the law don't come

Where them city boys pass by and don't want none

I know that pain ain't pretty, but that's some bitch rhymes

This is all that I know till down yonder high gold

And you can tell them boys hell's comin' with me

Feelin' drunk with some redness

Till down yonder high gold

And they all see me with that rhyme, it's still drippin'

Yeah

And tell me it's right, tell me it's left

Till i yonder high

I'm in an old box Chevy, square body truck

Pedal to the metal and I'm riding jacked up

With the windshield cracked up and the flash rust

And I hang out the door every time I back up

Wonder where how I became such a man

With a tendency to break shit, but can still fix it

Say the smoke blowing for brisket, forever a misfit

Cause I'ma ride on like a rickstepper

If I hold on to the mission I've sat upon

It don't phenomenon, can I run with a thin grip?

I don't give a fuck if it's auto or stick shift

All I give a fuck is do we got a lift kit?

All I give a fuck is when I roll it off the mountain

Does it got some way for this channel to hook it?

They gon' drag so rusty I can shit to the road

And then I'm fixin' and I'm weakin' to it

NAH NAH NAH

I be ridin' in that Scottsdale

K-20 granite gear

Military ties chain

Swingin' like a chandelier

Grippin' grain and switchin' lanes

Only thing ever known

Square boat stunner from round the way

You know my heart made a stone

All this rap

Way out yonder where the law don't come where them city boys pass by and don't want none

I know that pain ain't pretty but that's some bitch run

Cause this is all that i know till down yonder i go

And you can tell them boys hell's coming with me

Feel drunk with some red

I'm down on the high road

That old shimmy with that primer still dripping

It's how it's raised how we living

Till high yonder i go

Written by: Ryan M Fleming

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