(feat. Bun B)





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Good to go [x4]

Fresh kicks (all day)

New fits (all right)

Drop hits (all day)

Then party (all night)

Good to go [x4]

Fresh kicks (all day)

New fits (all right)

Drop hits (all day)

Then party (all night)



[Yelawolf:]

Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo

Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto

Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil

Sharpen up a #2 on his new Benzo

Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo

Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo

Yela's in your face, grab a stencil

You should wanna get a copy the style

I'll lend yo ass, the man so bad 

From Alabama with banjo cocked back

Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that

I don't wanna hear shit buddy that's that

Can't get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go

Send me ya telephone number bitch, maybe when I'm ready to roll I'll hit you wit the totem pole

But right now I'm



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[Bun B:]

Well boy you wanna do this shit, well lets get to it

You already know Imma run right through it

I'm just like fluid, artifact like water

Come on be real I go a lil harder

Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter

Put it on a plate Imma serve ya order

Line em up, put em in place for the slaughta

Game over by the end of 1st quarter

Wake up hata rise and shine 

I'm a start when you ridin pine

I got yo main girl ridin mine

Her face in my lap as I recline

It's grindin time and I declare

I'll run my fingers through her hair

I run these streets like marathon

You can't touch me like Hammer, gone



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[Yelawolf:]

Don't you know I got Bun B in my front seat and we got these

(Poppers on the Chrome)

One time for ya boy Pimp C

(Pocket full of stones)

I gotta pocket full of stones cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants

I rock a microphone literally, lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans

Pop a band, put a stack on it I'll wad up his plans like Aquaman

Make a rapper run back to the studio retrace his steps like he dropped a gram

I'll be damned, have ease baby, you don't wanna run if ya rhythm aint ready

Sin syllables, beats edible, incredible, inevitably, GO!



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