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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Vocals
Yelawolf
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Producer
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Mike Foster
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You **** gonna have to start
Watching your motherfucking back
Real shit
[Verse 2]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
That equals cash, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if you're fucked up, down to your last
A gun and a mask gon' get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
[Verse 3]
What you know about it, ****, this that goon shit
AK sweep a **** house without a broomstick
So ****, come up off that bag or them pistols blast
With the chopper at your house lying in the grass
They'll rob a **** blind if they doing bad
Duct-tape around the handle, they don't use a mask
So tell 'em where it's at, don't tell 'em no more lies
Line your family up against the wall and open fire
All you trap **** are victims, jackers gon' catch you slipping
Feeling yourself, flashing and stunting, **** gon' come up missing
You trappers gon' drop off they cash
You see 'em out here and they hurting
They gun to your back, it's a robbery, ****
Now don't make it a murder
Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan
Got choppers on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a **** down, leave 'em where he stand
Highway to hell, ****, better start praying
[Verse 4]
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
That equals cash, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if you're fucked up, down to your last
A gun and a mask gon' get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
[Verse 5]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch, I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch, I got a sawed-off
[Verse 6]
They telling me Yela, don't swing, look buddy, don't worry 'bout me
If you in my lane, you end in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches
Not a single motherfucker out here want it
'Cause I never did shit but me
It's about time that I said it, hey, will I regret it? We'll see
Fuck that!
Yelawolf, I'm a loose cannon, ask David Banner
How deep I was born and raised in this shit
Mama, I got manners 'bout me
But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier than a motherfucking
Piranha up in the Alabama creek
I'm hotter than you in the middle of summer
Sitting in a sauna under the sun up in the Alabama street, shit
Rock and roll, I got noted, I'm going up, yeah I'm going
But with my dreams and my people, I got that poetry loaded
My soul is sold and they sold it
Street told and quoted
I leave the potato smoking, look bitch don't think that I'm joking
Click, pow!
Written by: Jordan Houston, Michael Atha