Super Geek Yelawolf & DJ Paul
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[Intro]
Wait a minute
[Verse 1]
If I told you I was open, don't make yourself at home
Bitch, I ain't collecting calls, only out collecting bones, dog
Walk across the city in my tattered Levi's skinnies
Shuffling my boots across the ground, smoking like a chimney
Plenty time for creeping, in no hurry, ain't no bother
Chain stick, scrambled eggs leaking off the collar
Country like-country like, mason jars to mama
Or elephant trunk Crimson Tide on my pajamas
Turnin' up in Tijuana, me and all my partners
Fill that '87 box Chevy to a sauna
Call the league over the weekend, drop another one for comma
'Bout to watch it climb a mountain with the bag like a llama
Uh, high-top pair of Patrick Ewings
Biker patched up like a leather jacket crew and
It's a Harley thing, it's a whiskey, corn, wheat and barley thing
Party thing, it's a party thing, I'm a party king
Feather in the hat like a peacock
Middle of the mall buying bootleg Reeboks
Cargo shorts and a pair of striped knee socks
Pantera t-shirt, beard like an Ewok
[Chorus]
Used to get buck on the sneak, I was super street
Now I get buck on the beat, I'm a super geek
Gave a fuck once, it was brief, it was super weak
Ran up out of fucks, yeah, that's me, yeah that's super me
Wait a minute
[Verse 1]
If I told you I was open, don't make yourself at home
Bitch, I ain't collecting calls, only out collecting bones, dog
Walk across the city in my tattered Levi's skinnies
Shuffling my boots across the ground, smoking like a chimney
Plenty time for creeping, in no hurry, ain't no bother
Chain stick, scrambled eggs leaking off the collar
Country like-country like, mason jars to mama
Or elephant trunk Crimson Tide on my pajamas
Turnin' up in Tijuana, me and all my partners
Fill that '87 box Chevy to a sauna
Call the league over the weekend, drop another one for comma
'Bout to watch it climb a mountain with the bag like a llama
Uh, high-top pair of Patrick Ewings
Biker patched up like a leather jacket crew and
It's a Harley thing, it's a whiskey, corn, wheat and barley thing
Party thing, it's a party thing, I'm a party king
Feather in the hat like a peacock
Middle of the mall buying bootleg Reeboks
Cargo shorts and a pair of striped knee socks
Pantera t-shirt, beard like an Ewok
[Chorus]
Used to get buck on the sneak, I was super street
Now I get buck on the beat, I'm a super geek
Gave a fuck once, it was brief, it was super weak
Ran up out of fucks, yeah, that's me, yeah that's super me
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