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

You gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lifeless and stuck
Baby, wrong with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a 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 they're so quick to me
But the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma 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?
after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm 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 don't a fuck

I don't know what to say that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm
They broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my single-wide
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them look
Thanks for the recipe, in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin'
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly vodka
I kick it at the party when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm as dope, the realest ain't as real 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, a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' new
on me for me, not you

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

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
It's (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
birthday, Alabama

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