Top Songs By Yelawolf
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Vocals
Diplo
Programming
Borgore
Programming
Fefe Dobson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fefe Dobson
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Thomas Wesley Pentz
Songwriter
Asaf Borger
Songwriter
Nikkiya Brooks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diplo
Producer
Borgore
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Muzzy Solis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sasha Sirota
Recording Engineer
Tristan McClain
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'd like to sing you a little ditty
[Verse 2]
They should've never, ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
What you gonna say, what you gonna do
As you know they comin', comin' after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it movin' (big boy)
You know they're takin' shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh
[Verse 3]
Here we go, Alabama's own buddy, Promenade
And I'm in the zone now, everybody
Bringin' em home baby, to the stage
Slick Ricky Bobby in a NASCAR
Runnin' over motherfuckers like I'm in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack I'm Santa Claus
Down in Panama Beach, drunk in my Underalls
[Verse 4]
Playin' underwear volleyball with your broad
I ain't bothered by your triple Ds, not at all
Let me hold em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumpin' let me do my thing
Get the marijuana plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it start bubbling
Know what I mean, Butterbean, badda badda bing
Trashy white, pass the mic, yeah, I'm doin' 'em dirty
Fists start pumpin' when I'm in the lights, like I'm rappin' in Jersey
Never get elegant, in elementary, never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country b-boys, I'm elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack 'em in, to the back again, wrap it up
Rap it in, sicker than a pack of ten Mini Thins
You'll get when I win but I won't lose
In fact I'm gonna win, win again with another hand
Here's another hand, here's another hand
Dealer, can I get another hand, here's a hand, king king king king king
Bitch, Ghet-O-Vision in the Dirty South, and you know we're gettin' clean, rich yeah
[Verse 5]
They should've never, ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
What you gonna say, what you gonna do
As you know they comin', comin' after you
Watch out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it movin', big boy
You know they're takin' shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh
[Verse 6]
Candy-coated whip, runnin' over candy coated rappers (Vroom)
Panties on her drip, do a back flip for me baby be an acrobatic actor (Action)
Do a cart wheel on a bar
Will you do a cart wheel while I chill on a bar stool
Will I throw a dart at a wet seal, well if I see a whale I'm a throw a fuckin' harpoon
Go Looney Toons, and lose your fruit of the looms
To prove you're in the room, you're shroomin' to the moon
But in the mornin' you're wakin' up like a broom
Swept off your feet cause Yelawolf ain't a groom
I ain't poppin' the cherry, I'm poppin' berry
Moonshine, hop in the bedroom let's move
If you wanna compare me, compare me to a legend don't compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun, I'll get a Cinnabun, now sit upon your fuckin' roof
I live it son, I get it done, fuck anyone. Yeah fuck anyone who ain't fuckin' with the crew
Yeah, throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
Cause I'm a lord, I'ma doggy town, WOLF, A L A B A M A, my state
My state of my mind 1985 wide body, lookin' for the little small town keg party
Wanna get drunk, wanna fall up in a hottie, get shitty like a porta-potty
So, jump on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani, packin' a MAC-11, with a pack of maniacs, 11:30
Back at it again, I'm ready for the battle, when and where muthafucka?
They let another cracker in, yeah
[Verse 7]
They should've never, ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the South
What you gonna say, what you gonna do
As you know they comin', comin' after you
Watch out for the d-boys
Watch out for the boys in blue
You better keep it movin', big boy
You know they're takin' shots at you
'Cause you're an animal, oh
Written by: A. Borger, Fefe Dobson, Michael Atha, N. Brooks, Thomas Wesley Pentz