Wayne Bush - G.A.D. lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Henry] I'm from the G.A.D Pocket full of money getting live in the streets With a bottle of that Henny V.S.O.P Country mahf**a mouth full of gold teeth So bust down the blunt, wrap the THC That's 24 chrome on that Cla**ic Caprice What you know about me? Not a goddamn thang Fatboy Mac I let my nuts hang I do it how I do cause it's just my thang You can hate if you want but I ain't gon change How you gon explain when I leave pop your brains Leave it on a curb till they wash off by rain When I'm in a booth man I'm high octane So tell Dr. Dre did it ain't no game Cause this documentary Yall gon remember me Hail to my enemies and f** what they tellin' me To god take my energy Is always Henry [Yelawolf] Getting into some sh** And some day the click I have to deal with But when you all in your friend will come again Next thing you know you got gold in your grill Shawty Fatt! Would you bring the hook to the line? Put a fish in a trap from the cast of your mind Bake for the state AL to divine, specifically don't say it, abbreviate! [Hook: Shawty Fatt] x2 I'm from the G.A.D Pocket full of money mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Cla**ic Caprice CC Low what you know about me? [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Nada Non other than a brainiac on a track Perks be writing thugs, state ahead A new era of painted 'Lacs Rolling through the sentimental track Son, a ton of some of the biggest gunners will aim and snap My trained head Too many kaboose riders, man And I want my pennies back My dollars and my fenny sack You holla for real and complain cause you got it You want your pennies back? There is no beach in me Unless I mean South America on the coast noon With a sandy crack How could ever there be a dude with a handy bag That swings the pinpoint shot When I'm in attack Easy if you had practice how to lame an a** (ho) Cause all my life I would send 'em back Train 'em how to act Their trainers on the track (Tsuh tsuh) But what is too true any bad? Annie Amy's brother and the son of a tainted dad With his pants hanging low Well, kenny sack In America as an old G, a** take wooded 4000 years ago, Chief Wayne it's sad how you dissed me You owe me Respect me I'm godly! Like a black worder with a tombstone You will get faided And I ain't talking 'bout a growed ho [Hook: Shawty Fatt] x2 I'm from the G.A.D Pocket full of money mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Cla**ic Caprice CC Low what you know about me? [Verse 3: Shawty Fatt] Say momma: "There goes that man sitting in a Caprice on twenty douce fans" Gun in my hand looking like a hundred grand A hundred and one fans on a band wa-gon I k** it like I started The first bars were retarded Don't get me started Hardest, stay in a booth When I speak be the truth Alabama coming through Yelawolf, let me loose So I can tell it like the T.I Ill's cause he got sk**s Pushing up on a mill Mouth like "ill" South like trill One more time what it is? [Yelawolf] Shawty Fatt! Would you bring the hook to the line? Put a fish in a trap from the cast of your mind Bake for the state AL to divine, specifically don't say it, abbreviate! [Hook: Shawty Fatt] x2 I'm from the G.A.D Pocket full of money mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Cla**ic Caprice CC Low what you know about me?