Yelawolf - Doughnuts lyrics

(Verse 1: Yelawolf) I don't need no introduction but let me introduce myself A buck seventy-five of livest beat riders from the bible belt A.L.A.B.A.M.A went to LA and hit TV Packed my sh** then wrote some hits and hit the streets of NYC NYC was home til' I rolled down to the creekwater of ATL Picked a bail of hay from the roots of it all then I put it in a ball to see what sells Hit for the 5 get it for the 5 can I get a 5 for this well f** gimme 3 I'll take what I get then give what I take then take what I gave ya I'm an Indian chief Ha ha ha ha thats survival that one of my personal rivals Don't worry bout' my rates, if you folks then I'll circumcise ya I'll give ya a purple higher, if you want that fire Well, take a hit of that thick white smoke burnin' off my Goodyear tire (Hook) I'm a small town boy doing doughnuts in the grocery parkin' lot I'mma make some noise doing doughnuts in your momma's parkin' lot I'm a small town boy doing doughnuts on the police parkin' lot I'mma make some noise doing doughnuts on the labels parkin' lot (Verse 2: Yelawolf) Mark a spot, circle circle figure 8 I come and drop Like a christian man caught with a mistress and I run and hide Came to the earth with a searchlight and a dirtbike I'm good in the woods at night Hey i'll bet a hoes ice on a bird fight I'm good in the hood with a price I never worry bout' should I coulds well if so maybes when it comes to rappin' If it can be done on the mic i'mma do it and leave the people clappin' Thank you very much what a rare touch yelawolf puts to the track when he lets go Well if you got young nese connect on the beat and you do it buddy you could never blow So go ahead and talk that sh** I'mma go ahead and walk that pizz If you wanna through salt at this you the one that help me get rich I ain't never had an engine quit I grab the wheel with a real tight grip And when I throw down my stick shift I got the show up my hands 'n all the fans holla... (Hook) (Verse 3: Yelawolf) Hoh!, look at him goooo that boys got life in him I ain't never seen anybody do a burnout on a flippin' bycicle I'm a peddelar make an editor get ahead on words Not an amateur I can dance on verbs like an outlandish nerd Spend all of my time working on chokin' everybody up in the crowd Makin em' run for the ma** cause they can never breathe inside my cloud Boom lightning strike, my black lines are nice and bright Some live 9 and rifle hype so I keep my hatchet in sight Hey this ain't rap, this active wack sh** laxitive Let that sh** go you could never run with the wheels rotating rapidly Riiing rev it up, emergency break on lock Hammer it on, co*k to the side, burn my rubber until it pops! (Hook)