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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
Let's go!

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

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

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

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, that's a 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 a fuck
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)
Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't give a (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
birthday, Alabama

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