Yelawolf, Kid Rock - Let's Roll lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, Kid Rock - Let's Roll lyrics]
Yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
Yeah now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big
Bucks on the wall, country folks all around
How I was raised
808 drums quaking, they shake that box, '88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate
But I, still in the shade
With a fold out chair
With a thirty pack on the
Back of that tailgate a-L-A, B-A-M-A
I’m off I might be in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me a case
Yeah I’m bringing the case
I’m getting throwed off yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
Yeah with a bright orange hat and
A bag underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah buddy, might go off
Split you like a bowling ball
Spit chew in my overalls
Yeah home of the gumbo
Got a couple folks that’d do it
To you for the hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console
You don’t wanna have a convo with
Not understand that Bama slanguage
Like hollering ain't it
But I come to paint it
So it won’t be throwed off
Yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
I’m just a Kid that Rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill
That I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a 22 in a shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She’s twenty-two and I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all
Take us all the way to the
Top and then laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue
With more hit's than a fucking jackhammer dog
Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m going off
And I’m getting throwed off
Yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
Yeah now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big
Bucks on the wall, country folks all around
How I was raised
808 drums quaking, they shake that box, '88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate
But I, still in the shade
With a fold out chair
With a thirty pack on the
Back of that tailgate a-L-A, B-A-M-A
I’m off I might be in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me a case
Yeah I’m bringing the case
I’m getting throwed off yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
And I’m all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
Yeah with a bright orange hat and
A bag underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah buddy, might go off
Split you like a bowling ball
Spit chew in my overalls
Yeah home of the gumbo
Got a couple folks that’d do it
To you for the hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console
You don’t wanna have a convo with
Not understand that Bama slanguage
Like hollering ain't it
But I come to paint it
So it won’t be throwed off
Yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
I’m just a Kid that Rocks
I’m just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill
That I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a 22 in a shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She’s twenty-two and I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all
Take us all the way to the
Top and then laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue
With more hit's than a fucking jackhammer dog
Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I’m going off
And I’m getting throwed off
Yeah I’m throwed off
Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
I made my own name let’s roll, let's roll
Yeah, I’m going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll