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It's the boy Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's to crank the club up
Let's go!

You ain't gotta lay on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with' you now? What, you ain't happy red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very quick and scary
That's why so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a spiked when it can fit barely
They think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, me
Go ahead, what the fuck it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in forest, I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, still give a fuck

I don't know what to say after that verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times before I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, three brick,
Underneath the of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you now
'Cause drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly drink
I still kick it at the when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this
never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, that's a situation
birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
on me for me, not you

Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, still give a fuck

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
birthday, Alabama

Up in the club, give a fuck ah
(Up in the club, still don't a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!