[Intro: DJ Paul & TWhy]
DJ Paul, TWhy you did it you earned
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Yea, tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Back on back bitch, back on back
Tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Bitch, back on back, back on, back on back
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Oooooh I just fired up the crew
I done got a couple tattoo grooms
Trippin on brown, trippin on mushrooms
Boiling hot, boiling over, boiling up and boiling spoons
That's some heroin type arrogance and dark where shadows loom
Talking L.A. facing Pepe
Teaching me the rules, they put me in the school with paper and the led now that's an essay
Teacher, teacher you ain't got a seatbelt to protеct me
I'm crashing in this Box, I'm sipping Creek with a machete
In thе cut to get a chop, make my way I blaze a trail
I'm raising hell up to the top
And on that 13th floor that's when my elevator stop
I don't sell no drink to suckers but instead I let em shop
Hold a mop, bitches wetter then the bread I let it sop
Signing letters from the trip so let us pray they let us stop
No surprise I got the eyes I crossed the T the cattles hot
UFO just wrote Slumafia and spread it on the crop, yeah
Alabama, Tennessee
DJ Paul, TWhy you did it you earned
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Yea, tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Back on back bitch, back on back
Tote the bag, tote the big bag
51-50 show your rag, show your, show your rag
Pick a fight, pick a, pick a fight
Bitch, back on back, back on, back on back
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Oooooh I just fired up the crew
I done got a couple tattoo grooms
Trippin on brown, trippin on mushrooms
Boiling hot, boiling over, boiling up and boiling spoons
That's some heroin type arrogance and dark where shadows loom
Talking L.A. facing Pepe
Teaching me the rules, they put me in the school with paper and the led now that's an essay
Teacher, teacher you ain't got a seatbelt to protеct me
I'm crashing in this Box, I'm sipping Creek with a machete
In thе cut to get a chop, make my way I blaze a trail
I'm raising hell up to the top
And on that 13th floor that's when my elevator stop
I don't sell no drink to suckers but instead I let em shop
Hold a mop, bitches wetter then the bread I let it sop
Signing letters from the trip so let us pray they let us stop
No surprise I got the eyes I crossed the T the cattles hot
UFO just wrote Slumafia and spread it on the crop, yeah
Alabama, Tennessee
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