Profit (feat. Yelawolf & Shawty Fatt)

Yep, yep, yep, bitch, I'm all about my

Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to count my

Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my

Yep, yep, yep, yeah

I got my buddies on the corner in the back of the club with a sack

And they rolling up a jointer, smoking up that country stash

You ain't never seen a bull rider bumping UGK

Nah, homie you ain't never seen that, fuck it

Pete like a bucket seat hip hop make 'em all lean back

Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce

Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud

Yeah pick another trailer park girl up

Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out

Yeah, I'ma let the lid out but fuck puffing in this jar, lightening bug

Southern hospitality but I hospitalize you 'cause I'm nice enough

To spot a punk like a homophobic

I'm on it, my opponents know it

Get your money up D boy

I ain't a D boy, but my folks they grow it

Done clipped the bud and done sold it

I been sipping Bud, you ain't noticed

I'm in the bible belt like a church in the lobby

Where they're offering trade for that profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch, I'm all about my

Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to count my

Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my

Yep, yep, yep, yeah

Let me get started, targeting artists

Ain't no dodging them, lodging them 'cause they fraudulous, yeah

My ho might be sporting shit, no tours and shit, no Super Nintendo

But I got cartridges Cartman shit

Working my big old tool like I know carpentry

Pardon me, it's the ****, you know me, the hottest commodity

Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty

'Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope, no copping me, nope

P-O-T B-E-double-L, why the hell they riding my tail, yeah

I'll slow down a minute 'cause I ain't been around a minute

These **** feeling they self

'Cause I let them borrow the crown a minute

And I'll admit it, I get beside myself sometimes

Only 'cause I know I got dope rhymes

And my punch lines will fuck with your mind, I'm bucking about my

Yep, yep, yep, bitch, I'm all about my

Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to count my

Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my

Yep, yep, yep, yeah

I am a real Slumarican, told Yelawolf he can swear me in

I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy

When my album drop everybody scared again

And I'm prepared to win at all costs

Y'all talk a lot of shit tryna tear my skin

And rumor has it I'm crazy, I need to see a therapist

Well if the shoe fits fuck it I'm a wear it then

'Cause I'm a go getter I would swear for ten

I'm about to turn up like sombrero rim

Like a modern day Larry Flynn

It's slum shit, baby, fuck Katy Perry fans

I rep Atlanta I ain't never been to Paris, France

I switch lanes crossing over like I'm Jeremy Linn

You can't admire me, don't let me catch you  staring pimp

I'm like a great white shark in this aquarium

When I was young I knew kids out caroling

Around the holidays they were pistol carrying

In the spare getting paper was imperative

I'm reaching in my pocket only thing there was lint

Well I compare with then don't want to spare a cent

We suited up in all black in a pair of tens

I ran up in a local baller's house I lay it down

Mother fucker show me where it is I'm about to take that profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch, I'm all about my

Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to count my

Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my

Yep, yep, yep, yeah