Yelawolf - Oh No lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf - Oh No lyrics]
Ain't no party like a trailer park party
'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't no money like food
Stamp money 'cause the
Check money's for a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country
But the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy
Got the big bass drop
Come on
Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart
Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart
Fishnet on a leg lamp shade
Turn the lights on
Now that's what I call art
From the gutter like the bottom
Of a long fall
Move to my own beat like the song's off
Gettin' busy like I'm dialin'
Up the wrong call
Heels on the damn toes for the long walks
Story like I'm Rod Corey
'cause I get stoned
Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone
Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone
And he's in the laboratory
With a brick phone
Got the ball I'ma run it like the burnt part
Throwing up the number three
'cause I Earhardt
At the bar sideways tryna learn darts
Whole family of slums in this
Bitch rollin' deep boy
Yeah, they like
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Opie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry
Been rapping with the best
And it ain't scary
Signed a couple MCs and I did it with
Purple teeth from the wine like I ate berries
Drinkin' 40 oz Schlitz in a bubble bath
Eighteen wheels down like a bus pass
Drop a tour halfway like George Jones
Rough kiss goodbye like a mustache
She was shakin' in line, made her pass out
Must've weighed about at least
Two hundred fifty pounds
Laid up on the ground down with her ass out
Never met her but we call her big crack house
That's rich like Milo Sweet Tea
Line around the block for the
Creek meet and greet
Two hot potatoes and a steak
I'ma make it three
Whole family of slums in this
Bitch rollin' deep boy
Yeah, they like
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Roll Tide on the numbers like a quarterback
Bandana tied on a big brim hat
Hit the cycle with the Harley
Sittin' in the grass
My uncle told me "Break a
Leg" and I limp back
Came into the game and I made a big fuss
Low glow with the gold chain, big buck
Single wide with the match stick dry eye
Throw the flame like a propane lit up
Back to work on time, never one to win
Got the 808 knock like I'm comin' in
Blowin' through the notebook like
A summer wind
Rollin' up with Ouncezilla and my cousin Nin
Mama smiled and said "Boy
You know you ain't shit"
But see, where I come from
That's a compliment
'Cause baby boy got sauce like condiments
Whole family of slums in this bitch
Rollin' deep boy and they like
Ain't no party like a trailer park party
'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy
Billy got the big bass drop
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't no money like food
Stamp money 'cause the
Check money's for a sack of pot
Ain't no country like Tennessee country
But the 'Bama boys got it on lock
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy, Billy
Got the big bass drop
Come on
Got a blue windbreaker on Walmart
Deep pockets, buddy, I'ma need a tall cart
Fishnet on a leg lamp shade
Turn the lights on
Now that's what I call art
From the gutter like the bottom
Of a long fall
Move to my own beat like the song's off
Gettin' busy like I'm dialin'
Up the wrong call
Heels on the damn toes for the long walks
Story like I'm Rod Corey
'cause I get stoned
Got 'em drawin' up a blank as I get gone
Catfish Billy, yeah, I got a sick tone
And he's in the laboratory
With a brick phone
Got the ball I'ma run it like the burnt part
Throwing up the number three
'cause I Earhardt
At the bar sideways tryna learn darts
Whole family of slums in this
Bitch rollin' deep boy
Yeah, they like
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Opie Taylor got the streets going Mayberry
Been rapping with the best
And it ain't scary
Signed a couple MCs and I did it with
Purple teeth from the wine like I ate berries
Drinkin' 40 oz Schlitz in a bubble bath
Eighteen wheels down like a bus pass
Drop a tour halfway like George Jones
Rough kiss goodbye like a mustache
She was shakin' in line, made her pass out
Must've weighed about at least
Two hundred fifty pounds
Laid up on the ground down with her ass out
Never met her but we call her big crack house
That's rich like Milo Sweet Tea
Line around the block for the
Creek meet and greet
Two hot potatoes and a steak
I'ma make it three
Whole family of slums in this
Bitch rollin' deep boy
Yeah, they like
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Roll Tide on the numbers like a quarterback
Bandana tied on a big brim hat
Hit the cycle with the Harley
Sittin' in the grass
My uncle told me "Break a
Leg" and I limp back
Came into the game and I made a big fuss
Low glow with the gold chain, big buck
Single wide with the match stick dry eye
Throw the flame like a propane lit up
Back to work on time, never one to win
Got the 808 knock like I'm comin' in
Blowin' through the notebook like
A summer wind
Rollin' up with Ouncezilla and my cousin Nin
Mama smiled and said "Boy
You know you ain't shit"
But see, where I come from
That's a compliment
'Cause baby boy got sauce like condiments
Whole family of slums in this bitch
Rollin' deep boy and they like
Ain't no party like a trailer park party
'cause the trailer park party don't stop
Ain't nobody like Billy, nobody boy
Billy got the big bass drop
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight
Oh no
Some bad motherfuckers in the house tonight
Oh no
It's some bad bitches in the house tonight