J-Plymp - Double Barrel lyrics

[Intro] [Verse One - Yelawolf] Hello Rittz Know you over there burning kush Red hairdo popping out of that black stocking cap like a burning bush Well let me let mine go Let my hair down and let a line go Never mind though like an old wino Sipping on lime and coke I'm dope I'm Dope Yeah b**h don't judge my rope Won't find another like this in the store No dope come and get you one of these Money in the bank won't make an emcee That's true but it's making him believe sh**ting me buddy Yela shaking up the tree Handing over weeds? like a weeping willow jack Cause a ratchet ? now fella go to sleep? I got em peeping over seas Got a check coming I ain't tripping over cheese Unless it's a stack the size of a tree trunk And I'm in an atv RING RING I'm throwing mud I'm showing up I'm blowing d** I'm so clean I'm blowing suds You know whats up? Hey when I get down I get the fu*k down Double barrel from the side of the truck Click click bang the f**ers down 10 pointer See that's three 3 points and one b**h get off me Big pen on the page like a plastic handgun White trashes b**hes and some Black eyelashes in hand? and b**bies too Ritz crackers in the box Wanna eat want a treat Well get on it dude [Verse Two - Rittz] Yeah b**h its Rittz and Catfish Billy Chucking me the light while I crack this philly You ain't never heard anybody rap this illy I'm the limelight kid Higher than a mother f**ing skyline is Dick gag a b**h till her eyeliner start dripping down her cheek like a teardrop Clear chopped out on a mirror the beer disappeared so we drinking on the Smirnoff We're not the alcoholics but you can find me on the late night sipping on a whiskey beverage In the bed with my red head between some legs I bet I eat her p**y better than Melissa Etheridge Eat meth for breakfast snort coke for lunch I think I need to go and see Dr. Drew Load the gun under the seat of the aqua blue Monte Carlo the cops in hot pursuit f** an obstacle I got pot to move and you can tell when you smell the good dro Yeah that's me in the club I got a b**h by my side and we getting gone at the Yelawolf show With the Dixie Mafia the homie transcend bout to put the damn pen to the J-Plymp track Other rappers that tried either died or they got denied because they came and they ain't been back [Verse Three - Yelawolf] Double barrel back in my truck window is impeccable Elastic on beats my wordplay is stretchable Popeye on the street with my green Chevy ba** up treble low I grew up with hot sauce on tables for my vegetables Skateboard on my feet and a backpack full of that work load I drop off the weight and pinch a gram before I let go Never f** with techno Never popped the purple haze Stoners caught the elbow Ravers bought the special k Flashing lights of red and blue Paparazzi hide And you don't have no hand? cause you're a friend of mine Rittz is synchronous so Yelawolf has to got fly J-Plymp is whipping tow trucks I had to catch a ride