Yelawolf Get Away song lyrics

[verse 1: yelawolf]

hell of a day to load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night

and break a bottle with the bullet, yes i'm 'bout it motherfucker

not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots

i'm liable just to take a chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles

huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper that could tell story like my uncle when he's drinking

product of a working environment, fuck is y'all thinking?

meaning i'm working-working harder than any artist can ever do it simply cause i'm made that way

i build a house around your ass before you could realize, that you were in the neighborhood that yelawolf made

so call me a redneck and tell your boys about it, tell'em i'm an alabama wanna-be, i be that

i'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you from a motherfucking beanbag, i need that

[hook: yelawolf]

get away

tell my folks roll up the j's

bring yelawolf a deuce, we'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet

talk till there's nothing left to say, cause if i don't get away

people see my trailer park ghetto ways, then you gonna have to get away from me

drink some, smoke some

you gonna have to get away from me

load up the guns, load up the guns

then you'll have to get away from me

drink some, smoke some

cause if i don't get away

people see my trailer park ghetto ways, then you gonna have to get away from me

[verse 2: shawty fatt]

man, i done been through it all

i'd a been up and know what it is to fall

punk police feeling all on my balls

without a probable cause a nigga sittin' tall

dog, you gotta do something fatt

on the road with wolf, why'd you come back?

cause them up there, don't want to play fair

got me pinned to the wall like a fucking thumbtack

dumb fatt, dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack i sell?

like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well

or eat at all, want to see me fall

let 'em see that? naw dawg, them lies

long as i got catfish on my side

bitch i'm headed up, up to the sky

roll up, let's get high

wave at 'em bye, i need that

[hook]

[verse 3: mystikal]

20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out

still piss on your porch and still shit in your house

they put my dick in your mouth

take it back out

put it back in

fuck on the floor

skeet on the couch

which one of you ugly motherfuckers think your thug enough or

rug enough or

gutter enough or

fast enough to keep up (huh?)

most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with

if you're in, say you're in, (say you're in!)

and if you're in some motherfuckin business

knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up,

what we goin' do? "win!"

not in there, not a nigga outta there can compare

to what i do to these boys on these bars and these scales

in these clubs, in these bars

on these tables and chairs

I need that!

[hook]