Yelawolf - Gangsta Walk (Get Buck Freestyle) lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf - Gangsta Walk Get Buck Freestyle lyrics]
(Man, BeatKing) slumafia
Gangsta Boo catfish Billy, yeah!
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way before
I even knew KRIT
Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey
And I shoots it using my gold teeth to take
An olive off a toothpick
Throw the bitch back in an empty bottle
Then I stepped out the Silverado
Light a cigarette up and then
Hobble off into the alleyway
Covered in smoke like the
Legend of Sleepy Hallow
Colder than a December breeze in Chicago
Rolling up my sleeves in this one and
A lot of them out here working
Hard but that ain’t my problem
Fuck ‘em all because of all
That shit was borrowed
Got a bucket to piss in I’m good on this end
No college tuition on a whole other mission
I’m headed to Memphis to fuck with the remix
Keep Bumping Three 6
Pull up at the big pen and create a helix
Be the breath of a phoenix
Been dripping, been leaking, juice, bitch
You see ‘em drinking
Look at all my puppy dogs
Daddy left you in the kitchen
Now you fucking going off cooking
Up a new rendition
Country rappers on my balls look
At all the redneckism
Should’ve popped some Adderall
I wasn’t paying attention
That ADD’s like SATs I never
Took nothing for it
Dazed and confused major league dude
I never took nothing for it
I was just bored, i was just stuck in my
Trailer walking back and forth
Became a rapper just so I could sing and
Lose every fan that I had before
Everyday all day, didn’t have that tattoo
Around about ’08 back when I wore Phat shoes
No Balenciaga’s I was hoarding Jordan’s with
A corduroy hat fedora in Florida
Forget about the old me kinda sorta
Put on a pair of boots and I jump the border
But what’s a border to a native quarter but
A way to make Trump create an order
I’m a rebel bitch I don’t
Wait at the shore for
A wave to crash I go and make the water
Transport a serpent earth I’m never nervous
You can’t evolve living on the surface
You can’t take me from my purpose
That’s like taking 50 from Curtis
So hop in the next lane
Yeah just I hop in the next lane
But, I got the whole fucking highway
Run over you like a sept tank
Trying to catch up in your Reeboks
You better watch where you’re stepping
I’ll shit on your Champion sweatsuit
Cos me and Hip-Hop got a wedding
But, I’m musically polygamous idiot rock and
Roll we did the same thing
Yeah I’m 'bout the Slum South
Striped suit's and the chain gangs
See if Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison became
B-boys with Eminem and Pink Floyd
Then forged a group with Hank I I I
Of course then Slumerican would
Be the emporium
Haha trunk Muzik 3
(cracks beer)
Gangsta Boo catfish Billy, yeah!
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way before
I even knew KRIT
Seven hundred dollar glass of whiskey
And I shoots it using my gold teeth to take
An olive off a toothpick
Throw the bitch back in an empty bottle
Then I stepped out the Silverado
Light a cigarette up and then
Hobble off into the alleyway
Covered in smoke like the
Legend of Sleepy Hallow
Colder than a December breeze in Chicago
Rolling up my sleeves in this one and
A lot of them out here working
Hard but that ain’t my problem
Fuck ‘em all because of all
That shit was borrowed
Got a bucket to piss in I’m good on this end
No college tuition on a whole other mission
I’m headed to Memphis to fuck with the remix
Keep Bumping Three 6
Pull up at the big pen and create a helix
Be the breath of a phoenix
Been dripping, been leaking, juice, bitch
You see ‘em drinking
Look at all my puppy dogs
Daddy left you in the kitchen
Now you fucking going off cooking
Up a new rendition
Country rappers on my balls look
At all the redneckism
Should’ve popped some Adderall
I wasn’t paying attention
That ADD’s like SATs I never
Took nothing for it
Dazed and confused major league dude
I never took nothing for it
I was just bored, i was just stuck in my
Trailer walking back and forth
Became a rapper just so I could sing and
Lose every fan that I had before
Everyday all day, didn’t have that tattoo
Around about ’08 back when I wore Phat shoes
No Balenciaga’s I was hoarding Jordan’s with
A corduroy hat fedora in Florida
Forget about the old me kinda sorta
Put on a pair of boots and I jump the border
But what’s a border to a native quarter but
A way to make Trump create an order
I’m a rebel bitch I don’t
Wait at the shore for
A wave to crash I go and make the water
Transport a serpent earth I’m never nervous
You can’t evolve living on the surface
You can’t take me from my purpose
That’s like taking 50 from Curtis
So hop in the next lane
Yeah just I hop in the next lane
But, I got the whole fucking highway
Run over you like a sept tank
Trying to catch up in your Reeboks
You better watch where you’re stepping
I’ll shit on your Champion sweatsuit
Cos me and Hip-Hop got a wedding
But, I’m musically polygamous idiot rock and
Roll we did the same thing
Yeah I’m 'bout the Slum South
Striped suit's and the chain gangs
See if Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison became
B-boys with Eminem and Pink Floyd
Then forged a group with Hank I I I
Of course then Slumerican would
Be the emporium
Haha trunk Muzik 3
(cracks beer)