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

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' truck
Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with' you What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I so very darn quick and scary
why they're so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their 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 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, they run 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, don't give a
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't a fuck

I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just it
What the am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, brick, four
Underneath the steps of my door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them look
for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is you facin' now
'Cause Jesus 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
'Cause rich or broke, I'm as dope, the realest ain't as real as this
or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll 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, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck

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

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