Yelawolf, Big Henri, Shawty Fatt - G.A.D. lyrics

I'm from the G dot-A dot-D
Pocket full of money
Getting live in the streets
With a bottle of that Henny VSOP
Country mahfucka, mouth full of gold teeth
So bust down the blunt, wrap the THC
That's 24 chrome on that Classic Caprice
What you know about me? Not a goddamn thang
Fatboy Mac, I let my nuts hang
I do it how I do 'cause it's just my thang
You can hate if you want
But, I ain't gon' change
How you gon' explain when I
Leave pop your brains
Leave it on a curb till
Their washed off by rain
When I'm in a booth man I'm high octane
So tell Dr dre did it ain't no game
'Cause this documentary
Y'all gon remember me
Hail to my enemies and fuck
What they tellin' me till god take my energy
It's always Henry getting into some shit
That one day the clique will
Have to deal with
But when you all in your friend become kin
Next thing you know you got
Gold in your grill

Shawty Fatt! Could you bring the
Hook to the line? Put a fish in a trap from
The cast of your mind
Bake for the state AL to
Divine, specifically don't say it
Abbreviate

I'm from the G dot-A dot-D
Pocket full of money
Mouth full of gold teeth
24 inches on that Classic Caprice
Seat sittin' low, what you know about me?
I'm from the G dot-A dot-D
Pocket full of money
Mouth full of gold teeth
24 inches on that Classic Caprice
Seat sittin' low, what you know about me?

Nada non other than a brainiac on a track
Perspirating thugs, stained hat
A new era of painted 'Lacs
Rolling through the sentiment attrac-
Tion, a ton of some of the
Biggest gunners will aim and snap
My trained head too many caboose riders, man
And I want my pennies back
My dollars and my fanny sack
You holla for real and complain
'cause you got it
You want your pennies back?
There is no bitch in me
Unless ya mean South America
On the coast nude with a sandy crack
How could ever there be a
Dude with a handy pack
That swings the pinpoint shot
When I'm in attack
Easy if you had practice how
To lame an ass-hole
'Cause all my life I would back
Train 'em how to act
Their trainers on the track (choo-choo)
But what is too true, ain't it bad?
Annie Amy's brother and the son
Of a tainted dad with his pants hanging low
Well, can he sack?
In America as an old chief, ass take rooted
4000 years ago, chief
Wayne, it's sad how you dissed me
You owe me! Respect me! I'm godly!
Like a black bird over a tombstone
You will get faded
And I ain't talking 'bout a

I'm from the G dot-A dot-D
Pocket full of money
Mouth full of gold teeth
24 inches on that Classic Caprice
Seat sittin' low, what you know about me?
I'm from the G dot-A dot-D
Pocket full of money
Mouth full of gold teeth
24 inches on that Classic Caprice
Seat sittin' low, what you know about me?

Say momma: "There goes that man
Sitting in a Caprice on twenty douce fans"
Gun in my hand looking like a hundred grand
A hundred and one fans on a band wa-gon
I kill it like I started
Them first bars were retarded
Don't get me started
Hardest, stay in a booth
When I speak be the truth
Alabama coming through
Yelawolf, let me loose
So I can tell it like the TI
Ills 'cause he got skills
Pushing up on a mill mouth like "ill"
South like trill one more time what it is?

Shawty Fatt! Could you bring the
Hook to the line? Put a fish in a trap from
The cast of your mind
Bake for the state AL to
Divine, specifically don't say it
Abbreviate

I'm from the G dot-A dot-D
Pocket full of money
Mouth full of gold teeth
24 inches on that Classic Caprice
Seat sittin' low, what you know about me?
I'm from the G dot-A dot-D
Pocket full of money
Mouth full of gold teeth
24 inches on that Classic Caprice
Seat sittin' low, what you know about me?