Yelawolf - Doughnuts lyrics

I don't need no introduction but
Let me introduce myself
A buck seventy-five of one of the livest
Beat riders from the bible belt
ALABAMA went to LA and hit TV
Packed my shit then wrote some hit's
And hit the streets of NYC
NYC was home til' I rolled down
To the creekwater of ATL
Picked a bail of hay from the
Roots of it all then
I put it in a ball to see what sells
Hitted for the 5 get it for the 5 can I
Get a 5 for this well fuck gimme 3
I'll take what I get then
Give what I take then
I take what I gave ya I'm an Indian chief
Ha ha ha ha thats survival that
One of my personal rivals
Don't worry bout' my rates
If you folks then I'll circumcise ya
I'll give ya a purple higher
If you want that fire
Well, take a hit of that thick white
Smoke burnin' off my Goodyear tire
I'm a small town boy doing doughnuts
In the grocery parkin' lot
I'mma make some noise doing doughnuts
In your momma's parkin' lot
I'm a small town boy doing doughnuts
On the police parkin' lot
I'mma make some noise doing doughnuts
On the labels parkin' lot

Mark a spot
Circle circle figure 8 I come and drop
Like a christian man caught with a
Mistress and I run and hide
Came to the earth with a
Searchlight and a dirtbike
I'm good in the woods at night
Hey i'll bet a hoes ice on a bird fight
I'm good in the hood with a price
I never worry bout' should I coulds well if
So maybes when it comes to rappin'
If it can be done on the mic i'mma
Do it and leave the people clappin'
Thank you very much what
A rare touch yelawolf
Puts to the track when he lets go
Well if you got young nese
Connect on the beat
And you do it buddy you could never blow
So go ahead and talk that shit I'mma
Go ahead and walk that pizz
If you wanna through salt at this you
The one that help me get rich
I ain't never had an engine quit I grab
The wheel with a real tight grip
And when I throw down my
Stick shift I got the
Show up my hands 'n all the fans holla

Hoh!, look at him goooo that
Boys got life in him
I ain't never seen anybody do a
Burnout on a flippin' bycicle
I'm a peddelar make an editor
Get ahead on words
Not an amateur I can dance on
Verbs like an outlandish nerd
Spend all of my time working on
Chokin' everybody up in the crowd
Makin em' run for the mass cause they
Can never breathe inside my cloud
Boom lightning strike
My black lines are nice and bright
Some live 9 and rifle hype so
I keep my hatchet in sight
Hey this ain't rap
This active wack shit laxitive
Let that shit go you could never
Run with the wheels rotating rapidly
Riiing rev it up, emergency break on lock
Hammer it on, cock to the side
Burn my rubber until it pops!