Yelawolf, Caskey - Tat Shop lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, Caskey - Tat Shop lyrics]
At the tat shop
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another
For my old homies
Know where I'm from
But I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies
But not ones who done rode on me
Yeah, washin' the money
I'm doin' the laundry
Ain't come out of Palm Beach
Where a million dollars was in arm's reach
Come from a city
Where oxycontin turned a lot
Of people into zombies
Where you can't even buy a charm piece
Without someone ringing the alarm, please
Now I got the car keys
And my homie, Kilo, in the car seat
Tryin' not to fall victim
To a long list of my city RIPs
Momma said I should've stayed home
With my eyes stayin' on the wide screen
But I stay with a homie with the red flag
And he ain't a right wing
Peace to the gods, cowboy hat
Wanna draw on me
Strap make 'em reach for the stars
Homeboy still tryna reach through the bars
So I made one call, told me do the cause
Outlined chalk
Only thing y'all gon' get tryna
Come be beefin' with ours
Seen through the tough talk
Weed through the mudwater
Somehow, I remain king through it all
Recall, days I was in dazed, on free fall
I ain't even have change for a meatball
At the Days Inn, days on grease ball
Then I turned me the page, I'm done waitin'
So much weight, should stay at the default
When you work this hard, man
They can't discard ya
'Cause they know you came
For the result, okay
Okay?
At the tat shop
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another
For my old homies
Know where I'm from
But I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies
But not ones who done rode on me
Yeah, at the tat shop
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
Your baby momma lookin'
She gon' put that skull on me
Guaranteed, vampire on my neck
She bury teeth
Married me, divorce her by sunrise
Every week
She gon' need to cool down
Know that I got fans by her
I put it down, I stick it up
She put them hands higher
Boss, I got you
I'm a boss when I say "and hired"
Recruit the soldier, roll her over, and fired
Player, player, playboy
Never rock a suit and tie
But I valet that pussy
Park you with my eighty-five
Oh, that's a pro, off the hook, like a coat
I don't pass out none of my digits
Just the tickets to my show
Mucho mucho, thank you much, ATL
I got the cuts
Sneaky freaky 'bout that love
I don't want love
I want a slut
Be my ace, be my queen, be my anything I need
And I may put your initials
On my skin, permanently
Permanently
At the tat shop
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another
For my old homies
Know where I'm from
But I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies
But not ones who done rode on me
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another
For my old homies
Know where I'm from
But I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies
But not ones who done rode on me
Yeah, washin' the money
I'm doin' the laundry
Ain't come out of Palm Beach
Where a million dollars was in arm's reach
Come from a city
Where oxycontin turned a lot
Of people into zombies
Where you can't even buy a charm piece
Without someone ringing the alarm, please
Now I got the car keys
And my homie, Kilo, in the car seat
Tryin' not to fall victim
To a long list of my city RIPs
Momma said I should've stayed home
With my eyes stayin' on the wide screen
But I stay with a homie with the red flag
And he ain't a right wing
Peace to the gods, cowboy hat
Wanna draw on me
Strap make 'em reach for the stars
Homeboy still tryna reach through the bars
So I made one call, told me do the cause
Outlined chalk
Only thing y'all gon' get tryna
Come be beefin' with ours
Seen through the tough talk
Weed through the mudwater
Somehow, I remain king through it all
Recall, days I was in dazed, on free fall
I ain't even have change for a meatball
At the Days Inn, days on grease ball
Then I turned me the page, I'm done waitin'
So much weight, should stay at the default
When you work this hard, man
They can't discard ya
'Cause they know you came
For the result, okay
Okay?
At the tat shop
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another
For my old homies
Know where I'm from
But I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies
But not ones who done rode on me
Yeah, at the tat shop
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
Your baby momma lookin'
She gon' put that skull on me
Guaranteed, vampire on my neck
She bury teeth
Married me, divorce her by sunrise
Every week
She gon' need to cool down
Know that I got fans by her
I put it down, I stick it up
She put them hands higher
Boss, I got you
I'm a boss when I say "and hired"
Recruit the soldier, roll her over, and fired
Player, player, playboy
Never rock a suit and tie
But I valet that pussy
Park you with my eighty-five
Oh, that's a pro, off the hook, like a coat
I don't pass out none of my digits
Just the tickets to my show
Mucho mucho, thank you much, ATL
I got the cuts
Sneaky freaky 'bout that love
I don't want love
I want a slut
Be my ace, be my queen, be my anything I need
And I may put your initials
On my skin, permanently
Permanently
At the tat shop
Told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another
For my old homies
Know where I'm from
But I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies
But not ones who done rode on me