OMG!

Young Buck, Yelawolf, yeah
D-D-DJ Paul
TWHY (You did it, you hear?)

When I come up out the Chevrolet — that boom
When I pull up to the club, yeah, I'm gone
When I wanna get high, then I go boom
Motherfucker comin’ out of that cocoon

Sippin’ only a little bit of that firewater
Talk like a laundromat, no quarter
Sufferin’ succotash, I slaughter
Listen up to the Wolf, you oughta

Wait a minute, you ain’t never been here, huh
You there with the blonde hair
Baby lookin’ too fire
Had to get a towel to dry, oh, do tell

She drippin’, fashion like all the way trippin’
Pеanut butter skin, tall like a vixen
Gucci bag, all for thе fixin’s
To be so obvious winnin’

I’ma have to go talk to these women
If she keeps gawkin’ and grinnin’
I’ma give her that - like a chicken
Ooh, fill in the blanks

I’m a gorilla for real, I’m a gang
I’ma go hard, pull out a card
Buy the whole bar and go fill up the tank
Ugh, touché

Bossed up like a big briefcase
Stick toupees
Get money the quick way
Been paid, get that whip today

Out of that parking lot for the stick
And still on the window, Three 6
I bump a lot, posted up like highball play
Catfish Billies on Broadway

With a tall thick one, yeah, all day
On these 808s like a crawlspace
In the yadda-gadda, so spark a fatty
Me and Bucks mopped up the hallway with that trip

I just put the girl to the beat, then squeeze
Too hot to freeze, catchin’ up on my sleep
Countin’ me out, but I’m like, bi*ch please
Ain’t no cure for me — I’m a fuckin’ disease

Coke on my nostrils
Sellin’ dope to a bunch of impostors
Got a Glock like PnB Rock shoulda had
While I’m sittin’ here eatin’ at Roscoe’s

F*CK that, why am I so hostile?
I been lookin at all these impostors
Got this little bitty knife that I had to devour wars
Cutting out niggas popsicles

Shoulda died but I kept on breathing, I'm back like B.M.F - second season
All I really just need is a reason, I live, a nigga bleedin this evening
Fat bi*ch, but she come with a body count, can't pay for it though - not that amount
What is that about? I was goin' in raw, 'till she put out a pause, so I put up my dick and ran away

I'm a Slum American, got nothin' but the needles with the heroin
And I'm ridin' round with a brick in the Taiwain, watchin the WA, comin' back from the Maryland
Quick days are comin' up soon, I need me shrooms, my lawyer's on Zoom
I be back in forty-eight hours, while y'all can't put me in a cold ass home

Still sick like a Covid patient, got a stick, and I'm on probation
Put a picture in a bi*ch face like I'm Larry Hoover for the whole Folk Nation
Let's go

I won't give up on nothing (Drink a lot, drink a lot)
I was born to give them hell (Smoke a lot, smoke a lot)
I was born to give them hell (Drink a lot, drink a lot)
I won't give up on nothing (Smoke a lot, smoke a lot)

I won't give up on nothing
Got a body and a shell (Drink a lot, drink a lot)
I won't give up on nothing (Smoke a lot, smoke a lot)

I was born to give them hell (Drink a lot, drink a lot)
I was born to give them hell
Give them hell