Yelawolf, Doobie, Caskey - No Such Thing as Free lyrics

Uh, peep me in a Jeep two deep
It's just me and my heat
Y'all wanna take anything, leave boy sleep
No such thing as free, uh
Folk act tough but they ain't got shit on me
(Woo) rappers all good but they ain't
Got shit on me

Trunk Muzik shit, you can bump to it
Pour a lil' up to it
Try me one time and you can't undo it
They ain't got shit on me trunk Muzik, huh
Rappers all good but they ain't
Got shit on me

Motherfuckers need to quit talking
All that crazy shit
How much girls, drugs they got
Give a fuck about none of that shit

Ayy, I don't care how much dope you sellin'


You should care more about the
Hoes that you tellin'
Dirt, leather soft, I'm reppin'
Always gotta ride with a weapon
Spent too much time outside with the felons
Daddy was an outlaw, ride with the eightball
Guns in the ride
We ain't talking 'bout paintball
Don't mean I won't get in the paint
Know last rapper that I came for got mangled
(Got mangled)
Left him bloody in the streets
Paramedic company
That's a pair of scary crackers
Your cup of tea
Cunt, you were smiling, try not fuck with me
Yeah
Yelawolf, black sheep, blacking out on sleep
Blackout curtains for the heat
Black is what is underneath
Try to come swim with the shark but
The water is getting too deep
And I gotta get in my feast
I get ahead of myself when I talk about y'all
Like you know I got the skill to compete
Still I don't miss a beat
Riding with Pistol Pete
Two felonies and a misdeme'
Study the folks who tried me before you
'Cause like them you gonna be history

Trunk Muzik shit, you can bump to it
Pour a lil' up to it
Try me one time and you can't undo it
No such thing as free, uh trunk Muzik, uh
Rappers all cool but they ain't
Got shit on me

But they ain't got shit on Doobie!

Peep me in my bag like a basket of Peeps
Off of cocaine and an Advil relief
Y'all cannot fool me, boy
I laugh to the bank
I'm the shit with the stain
Ridin' around in a tank in a tanktop
Knife on my leg, hoping one of y'all namedrop
Fuck what you heard
We them boys and you ain't hot
Fuck what you heard
We them boys and you ain't hot
Watch 'em pop up out the blue
That's a Percocet tryna stay cool but it's
Hot in this turtleneck, ooh
I hurdle a herd of sheep in my sleep
Before I woke up in bed, I took a leak
Bedwetter, trendsetter
Dead center of the attention
And finna get better
Turn that pussy into wet weather
Is it hailing or it's meth weather?
Why do you inhale it? It make the sex better
Huffing a line, covered in hives
Walking on glass, breaking the ice
Money got me rolling like dice
Molly got me rolling like dice
Paid the price, I gave my life
My heart and soul, I won the fight
We on a roll, I'm on a roll
I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired
Raised the bar, I'm on the rise, it's

Trunk Muzik shit, you can bump to it
Pour a lil' up to it
Try me one time and you can't undo it
No such thing as free, uh trunk Muzik, uh
Rappers all cool but they ain't
Got shit on me

Yeah, check out my boots, bitch ha ha haha
Yeah

I just left a thrift shop with
A Ziploc full of new rings
Got a few things for the miss
I got no bling on the wristwatch
That denim vest, put that top rock of that
Vintage New York hip-hop
Where the funk at? Y'all lost that
Too much trap, not enough style
Too much go, not enough slow
Too much blow, not enough pot
Two months ago now it's old school
I'm like, fuck that shit, no, it's not
Look, you don't want it with the posse, pussy
Not me, try me, push me
Pull up on your fucking block, we mopping
Got you sloppy, gushy
Mafia, mafia, Slumerican is the mafia
And I am not being cocky
But Slumerican is unstoppable
Give a fuck 'bout that Glock you tote
Even my mama got pistols
You should be more afraid of Mama Wolf
If you let that clip go gang, gang
Never snorted Columbian, bang, bang
But I snorted enough glue to
Knock a few screws loose
And the rails up off my train
That Ozzy Osbourne, why's he always going?
Lying ass rappers, not a rider, boy
I'm a rider for the music I perform
Got another tour, know what I did it for?
Family handing me bills
Enemies handing me grills
Can I be young and concealed?
Know I'm an animal seer
Only presented with thrills
So don't pretend to be real
Rappers are getting you killed
Punking you out of a deal
Suckered you out of the bill
Then owe the real thing i'm the real thing
I will kill dreams
Freddy Krueger with the Ruger pumped into you
What's the music? Trunk Muzik