Yelawolf - Gangsta Walk (Get Buck Freestyle) lyrics

(Man, BeatKing) Slumafia Gangsta Boo Catfish Billy, Yeah! I am still that motherf**er Ain't nothing new to this Been that country cousin way before I even knew K.R.I.T Seven hundred dollar gla** of whiskey and I shoots it Using my gold teeth to take an olive off a toothpick Throw the b**h back in an empty bottle then I stepped out the Silverado Light a cigarette up and then hobble off into the alleyway covered in smoke like the Legend of Sleepy Hallow Colder than a December breeze in Chicago, rolling up my sleeves in this one and a lot of them out here working hard but that ain’t my problem, f** ‘em all because of all that sh** was borrowed Got a bucket to piss in I’m good on this end, no college tuition On a whole other mission, I’m headed to Memphis to f** with the remix Keep Bumping Three 6, pull up at the big pen and create a helix Be the breath of a phoenix Been dripping, been leaking, juice, b**h, you see ‘em drinking Look at all my puppy dogs, daddy left you in the kitchen Now you f**ing going off cooking up a new rendition Country rappers on my balls look at all the redneckism Should’ve popped some Adderall, I wasn’t paying attention That ADD’s like SATs I never took nothing for it Dazed and confused major league dude, I never took nothing for it I was just bored, I was just stuck in my trailer walking back and forth Became a rapper just so I could sing and lose every fan that I had before Everyday all day, didn’t have that tattoo Around about ’08 back when I wore fat shoes No Balenciaga’s I was hoarding Jordan’s with a corduroy hat fedora in Florida Forget about the old me kinda sorta Put on a pair of boots and I jump the border But what’s a border to a native quarter but a way to make Trump create an order I’m a rebel b**h I don’t wait at the shore for a wave to crash I go and make the water Transport a serpent earth I’m never nervous, you can’t evolve living on the surface You can’t take me from my purpose, that’s like taking 50 from Curtis So hop in the next lane, yeah just I hop in the next lane But I got the whole f**ing highway, run over you like a sept tank Trying to catch up in your Reeboks, you better watch where you’re stepping I’ll sh** on your Champion sweatsuit, cos me and Hip-Hop got a wedding But I’m musically polygamous idiot rock and roll we did the same thing Yeah I’m 'bout the Slum South, striped suits and the chain gangs See if Johnny Cash and Jim Morrison became B-boys with Eminem and Pink Floyd Then forged a group with Hank III of course then Slumerican would be the emporium Haha Trunk Muzik 3 (cracks beer)