Yelawolf - Pinto Bean Freestyle lyrics

Yeah! yeah! Fu-Fu-Fucking getting it (yeah)
Yelawolf, Bitch (Uhhh)

Okay, okay, okay I told that bitch to
Meet me at the condo
Just tell me where I can
Locate that fucker Rondo she said
"I know he somewhere dope
And getting gassed up"
So we stuck his ass up at Congo
Oh boy, playboy
I'm too raw to have my own business
Ain't I just getting it
Though my story should be prohibited
Bitches is giggling
Dudes are like infinitely hating
But this is pivotal shift in
A career of Michael Atha, yeah!
Michael Atha on a bike, I'm psycho
Harley Davidson chick be poppin', if is
Droppin' then I'm microwaving, yeah!
Sip, sip and tripping, grab the mic
And shock the stage in, yeah!
Leave 'em rocking, like the Cookup
Whipping packs of bacon, yeah!
Soda hold the door, before the show is over
So we toe to toe with the promoters
So and so is throwing show to so go
Get your motor rolling
Get that one dash three and four and call up
A patrol for local help before we hit road
I'm out
I am out, I am higher than a spot of a
Chevron, oil leaking and gasoline
Is in a drought, out!
In that Chevrolet still
Yeah I'm in that Chevrolet still
He want hand racks for that dip
Boy, I bet I pay for them wheels
I'm nervous 'bout that rent
Boy, I better wait for that deal
I'm nervous about that bitch
Boy, I bet I pay for them pills
Church! All hail
Yelawolf went so far left that
He came full circle
No bullets in the revolver left (left)
Been at the cross, with the tall nails
(tall nails)
But, I'm at peace with my fate, boss
(fate boss)
Third eye open so set sail (set sail)
Man it was nothing like what they thought
From Alabama so, how did I get so open minded
When I got Hillbillies posted up
Dipping Skoal behind me
Go poke around the soil
My roots are covered in blood
How can I not be deep? unfold the origami
I went from salami and
Ramen noodles to wasabi
And "what is it?" I can't pronounce those
Who? See you can take the boy
Up out the swimming hole
But, you can't take Catfish Billy
Up out the flows, nah
You begin fuck around looking
Like somebody took
Your best chicken from the coop
And took your coupé and crashed
It into the booth
With the full intention of fucking you
Hip Hop i am a leader
But neither with I soon admit to it neither
If you say I'm a leader then follow me
Don't bother me with the fucking ideas, seen
Quote it, print it, ching
After every single dream
Is to me, Pinto Beans, Chingo Bling
And blue suede is to King
Like a blade is to Sling
And I reckon I'm gon' kill him