Pistol N The Air Yelawolf

[Intro: Luda & Yelawolf]
Think I'mma try something that I.. that I never did before on this one.. (Me too Luda) let's go

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
If the block stays poppin', I'mma keep rockin'
Run the red light full speed
You might seen a B-Boy drop and freeze
But you ain't never heard of me (Please..)
Shine up my chrome, put the glaze on my shoes
Jump fresh, dress to kill, I'm dippin' on you's
Sit back, my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac
Ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat, with a black mac
Raf back, the bitter swinging, and I got an extra bat
Like a weapon of mass destruction you can bet as bad
I'm stickin' oh mama's mad, Mama better be glad
Mrs. Jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back
Not like that, I might beat her up like Michael's dad
With the hard fist of rifle raps, your daughter was born with a nice round ass
Round is on the corner with the hydro stash
Stop, take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab
I'll barbecue the beat, little daddy eat that
Fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack

[Hook: Yelawolf: X2]
Jump from the sticks to the bricks!
Roll through the hood and bump this shit!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air!
Take out your pistol, hold it in the air! (Yea!)