Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow
(Hook - Yelawolf) X2
Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
(Verse - Lil Cory)
Buddy better hold up, cuz he done road off wit pack of loud
I be done showed off, when I showed up to his door fuckin breakin it down
Ain't nothing gone stop us, bringing out the choppers bitch it'll leave you in the dirt
In the back, of the Llac, next to the strap, is the pound of the fucking purp.
Keep my money on my mind, that's why I'm staying on my grind.
Fuck a hater, ain't a player in the game trying to watch me shine.
Wake up early fresh Alabama fitted cap money always on my mind.
I'ma find ya got a GPS, like the Mayans, you be feelin like it's the end of times
Pop tha trunk lemme knock his lights out, no Mossberg, jus a rifle an, a white owl
Cuz it ain't just killers, here wit us, cuz everybody getting high now
(Hook - Yelawolf) X2
Think he's playin? You better listen what he's sayin punk
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin in the back of the donk boy
Don't make me go pop the trunk... on you