Yelawolf, Rittz - Double Barrel lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, Rittz - Double Barrel lyrics]
Hello Rittz know you over there burning kush
Red hairdo popping out of that black
Stocking cap like a burning bush
Well let me let mine go
Let my hair down and let a line go
Never mind though like an old wino
Sipping on lime and coke I'm dope I'm Dope
Yeah bitch don't judge my rope
Won't find another like this in the store
No dope come and get you one of these
Money in the bank won't make an emcee
That's true but it's making him believe
Shitting me buddy Yela shaking up the tree
Handing over weeds? like a
Weeping willow jack
Cause a ratchet? now fella go to sleep?
I got em peeping over seas
Got a check coming I
Ain't tripping over cheese
Unless it's a stack the size of a tree trunk
And I'm in an atv rING RING
I'm throwing mud I'm showing up
I'm blowing drugs I'm so
Clean I'm blowing suds you know whats up?
Hey when I get down I get the fuck down
Double barrel from the side of the truck
Click click bang the fuckers down 10 pointer
See that's three 3 points and one
Bitch get off me
Big pen on the page like a plastic handgun
White trashes bitches and some
Black eyelashes in hand? and boobies too
Ritz crackers in the box
Wanna eat want a treat well get on it dude
Yeah bitch it's Rittz and Catfish Billy
Chucking me the light while
I crack this philly
You ain't never heard anybody rap this illy
I'm the limelight kid
Higher than a mother fucking skyline is
Dick gag a bitch till her eyeliner start
Dripping down her cheek like a teardrop
Clear chopped out on a mirror the beer
Disappeared so we drinking on the Smirnoff
We're not the alcoholics but you
Can find me on
The late night sipping on a whiskey beverage
In the bed with my red head between some legs
I bet I eat her pussy
Better than Melissa Etheridge
Eat meth for breakfast snort coke for lunch
I think I need to go and see Dr drew
Load the gun under the seat of the aqua
Blue Monte Carlo the cops in hot pursuit
Fuck an obstacle I got pot to move and you
Can tell when you smell the good dro
Yeah that's me in the club I got a bitch by
My side and we getting gone
At the Yelawolf show
With the Dixie Mafia the
Homie transcend bout to
Put the damn pen to the J-Plymp track
Other rappers that tried either died
Or they got denied
Because they came and they ain't been back
Double barrel back in my
Truck window is impeccable
Elastic on beats my wordplay is stretchable
Popeye on the street with my green
Chevy bass up treble low
I grew up with hot sauce
On tables for my vegetables
Skateboard on my feet and a backpack
Full of that work load
I drop off the weight and pinch
A gram before I let go
Never fuck with techno
Never popped the purple haze
Stoners caught the elbow
Ravers bought the special k
Flashing lights of red and blue
Paparazzi hide
And you don't have no hand? cause
You're a friend of mine
Rittz is synchronous so Yelawolf
Has to got fly
J-Plymp is whipping tow trucks I
Had to catch a ride
Red hairdo popping out of that black
Stocking cap like a burning bush
Well let me let mine go
Let my hair down and let a line go
Never mind though like an old wino
Sipping on lime and coke I'm dope I'm Dope
Yeah bitch don't judge my rope
Won't find another like this in the store
No dope come and get you one of these
Money in the bank won't make an emcee
That's true but it's making him believe
Shitting me buddy Yela shaking up the tree
Handing over weeds? like a
Weeping willow jack
Cause a ratchet? now fella go to sleep?
I got em peeping over seas
Got a check coming I
Ain't tripping over cheese
Unless it's a stack the size of a tree trunk
And I'm in an atv rING RING
I'm throwing mud I'm showing up
I'm blowing drugs I'm so
Clean I'm blowing suds you know whats up?
Hey when I get down I get the fuck down
Double barrel from the side of the truck
Click click bang the fuckers down 10 pointer
See that's three 3 points and one
Bitch get off me
Big pen on the page like a plastic handgun
White trashes bitches and some
Black eyelashes in hand? and boobies too
Ritz crackers in the box
Wanna eat want a treat well get on it dude
Yeah bitch it's Rittz and Catfish Billy
Chucking me the light while
I crack this philly
You ain't never heard anybody rap this illy
I'm the limelight kid
Higher than a mother fucking skyline is
Dick gag a bitch till her eyeliner start
Dripping down her cheek like a teardrop
Clear chopped out on a mirror the beer
Disappeared so we drinking on the Smirnoff
We're not the alcoholics but you
Can find me on
The late night sipping on a whiskey beverage
In the bed with my red head between some legs
I bet I eat her pussy
Better than Melissa Etheridge
Eat meth for breakfast snort coke for lunch
I think I need to go and see Dr drew
Load the gun under the seat of the aqua
Blue Monte Carlo the cops in hot pursuit
Fuck an obstacle I got pot to move and you
Can tell when you smell the good dro
Yeah that's me in the club I got a bitch by
My side and we getting gone
At the Yelawolf show
With the Dixie Mafia the
Homie transcend bout to
Put the damn pen to the J-Plymp track
Other rappers that tried either died
Or they got denied
Because they came and they ain't been back
Double barrel back in my
Truck window is impeccable
Elastic on beats my wordplay is stretchable
Popeye on the street with my green
Chevy bass up treble low
I grew up with hot sauce
On tables for my vegetables
Skateboard on my feet and a backpack
Full of that work load
I drop off the weight and pinch
A gram before I let go
Never fuck with techno
Never popped the purple haze
Stoners caught the elbow
Ravers bought the special k
Flashing lights of red and blue
Paparazzi hide
And you don't have no hand? cause
You're a friend of mine
Rittz is synchronous so Yelawolf
Has to got fly
J-Plymp is whipping tow trucks I
Had to catch a ride