[Chorus:]
Good to go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)
Good to go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)
[Yelawolf:]
Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo
Party with a bunch of bad girls in a Pinto
Run up on a m*********** wit a dull pencil
Sharpen up a #2 on his new Benzo
Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo
Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face, grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy of the style
I'll lend yo a**, the man so bad
From Alabama with banjo c***ed back
Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that
I don't wanna hear s*** buddy that's that
Can't get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number b****, maybe when I'm ready to roll I'll hit you wit the totem pole
But right now I'm
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Well boy you wanna do this s***, well lets get to it
You already know Imma run right through it
I'm just like fluid, artifact like water
Come on be real I go a little harder
Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
Put it on a plate Imma serve ya order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughter
Game over by the end of 1st quarter
Wake up hater rise and shine
I'm a start when you riding pine
I got yo main girl riding mine
Her face in my lap as I recline
It's grinding time and I declare
I'll run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathon
You can't touch me like Hammer, gone
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf:]
Don't you know I got Bun B in my front seat and we got these
(Poppers on the Chrome)
One time for ya boy Pimp C
(Pocket full of stones)
I gotta pocket full of stones cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants
I rock a microphone literally, lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans
Pop a band, put a stack on it I'll water his plants like Aquaman
Make a rapper run back to the studio retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
I'll be d***ed, Catfish Billy, you don't wanna run if ya rhythm ain't ready
Sin syllables, beats edible, incredible, inevitably, GO!
[Chorus]
Good to go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)
Good to go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)
[Yelawolf:]
Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo
Party with a bunch of bad girls in a Pinto
Run up on a m*********** wit a dull pencil
Sharpen up a #2 on his new Benzo
Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo
Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo
Yela's in your face, grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy of the style
I'll lend yo a**, the man so bad
From Alabama with banjo c***ed back
Swing bass like I'm Rambo fix that
I don't wanna hear s*** buddy that's that
Can't get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number b****, maybe when I'm ready to roll I'll hit you wit the totem pole
But right now I'm
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Well boy you wanna do this s***, well lets get to it
You already know Imma run right through it
I'm just like fluid, artifact like water
Come on be real I go a little harder
Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
Put it on a plate Imma serve ya order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughter
Game over by the end of 1st quarter
Wake up hater rise and shine
I'm a start when you riding pine
I got yo main girl riding mine
Her face in my lap as I recline
It's grinding time and I declare
I'll run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets like marathon
You can't touch me like Hammer, gone
[Chorus]
[Yelawolf:]
Don't you know I got Bun B in my front seat and we got these
(Poppers on the Chrome)
One time for ya boy Pimp C
(Pocket full of stones)
I gotta pocket full of stones cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants
I rock a microphone literally, lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans
Pop a band, put a stack on it I'll water his plants like Aquaman
Make a rapper run back to the studio retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
I'll be d***ed, Catfish Billy, you don't wanna run if ya rhythm ain't ready
Sin syllables, beats edible, incredible, inevitably, GO!
[Chorus]