Over Here Yelawolf

[Intro]
Alright, let's get it

[Verse 1]
Silverado, black package
Dealership didn’t have time to tag it
I whipped that bitch out the parking lot
Like I was dead broke and I couldn't have it
Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
Rode around Nashville for three hours
Listenin' to beats, waitin’ for the magic
Swung by the crib, grabbed WLPWR
Hit the bar, of course the bar
Valet park my brand new car
Threw the keys and when you move it, please
Be careful and don't go too far
Took a second and soaked it in
Couldn't wipe off my big-ass grin
Look at Will, "Can you believe it, man?
Just wait 'til I get them twinny-twin-twins"
That's hard work (Uh)
I had to do a lot of yard work (Uh)
I had to pick up that white trash (Uh)
So I could bet on my artwork (Uh)
I had to cut my own path (Uh)
And do something that had never been done
Alabama ain't no cakewalk (Uh)
I showed the world how we popped that trunk
And it's one shot down, two shot down, three
And this old fuckboy keeps looking at me
He walks up to us then offers me a drink
I know that he wants to hang, he must think that I'm a tree
Wanna be rock and roll, he starts ramblin’ about who he knows
And where he’s been and how many records he's sold
With who and how and this and that
And I can’t pretend to like this douchebag
Even though he's got the boots, the hats, the leather, and the durag
The shit he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so whack