Gangsta (feat. A$AP Rocky & Big Henri) - Yelawolf

Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming All the hoes that you call are not coming She know if she not fucking, she truckin' All of the bitches I fuck are not common Guaranteed if I fuck her she cumming If I'm in the room please don't come in I beat the pussy like it need production And all she want from me is reproduction (Gotta ask) "Why'd she leave her husband?" Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing Talkin' 'bout "it's gon' be repercussions!" I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up Got like three concussions Do you know what you in for? They copy copy like 10-4 Keep the money 'cause I been poor All your jewelry like tin foil Please don't tell your friends where we shopping at I swear this shit gon' turn into an in-store (straight up) Fuck you need another man for? Talking to her like a mentor Talking to her like a nigga Yoda And she say "I love you", I'm like "Hold up, hold up, hold up" Hold up, hold up, hold up (hold up) (Hit her, hit her with the back up) Back up (colder) shoulder Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Now every time we in this bitch You acting like you owe me favors Acting like you with the shits But fronting on the homies later Look, I could tell you're under pressure, baby time to ease up Young and living single, like your roommate Khadijah My apologies, why I gotta be Misogynistic every time we kick it Every time I visit something's different And every time I leave you know you miss it Don't be crying on my shoulder every time I'm coming over Talking 'bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin Sex game had her going crazy Now I got her ass calling all the time And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom' Driving down my street like it's the Autobahn Getting loud, setting off the car alarms Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we drumming Pull up and we stunting Pull up and we stunting Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming Bitches not fucking, not coming These hoes not fucking, not coming

Arf, arf, arf Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (Frankie Mothafuckin' P) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas Felt bad I never finished college Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business? All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su) Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me? Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked And we don't give two fucks Where I'm from, you lunch, you food Niggas called your bluff Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff I like my songs screwed up I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck Big horns, tuba, more good than Cuba They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Fuckin' on that bitch and I know it's wrong Wifey walked in and she found that thong She talk to my dick like an intercom Then smoke that dick up just like it's a bong I ain't gon' lie, this the realest song Head ebola, get my glisten on Trap love gettin' it and on But I know it's wrong I know that it's wrong so don't buy brick I speak to the Lord, don't ignore me White model bitch doin' cocaine Layin' her out in the hallway Double strappin' on a ratchet bitch So she don't take me to Maury Man I done lost me a classy bitch Perccy, you stand in the hallway Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Feel like I'm stuck in a maze My bitches lookin' amazed Now she is goin' so crazy She caught me cheatin' today Eyelashes all on my bed Texts I didn't erase Now she comin' at my head Thought I'd never see the day Shouldn't have never been with them other broads And now I left my girl with another scar Sometimes I take advantage just 'cause I'm a star I know it's wrong so I'm on my knees prayin' to God Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong

I'll have it as soon as I earn the money to buy it That's a long time away Daddy, you gonna tell her what Ma said? I've been that boy since I was smoking banana peels Back in Alabama with the ball-pen Hammer knocking hubcaps off the wheels Stealing bowties off the grills Mama said, "No carbonated soda 'fore you go to bed" But I never listened to her A two-liter bong with a tinfoil bowl Full of cheap hydro is illegal, I'm sure But I learned from watching the neighbors Yeah, watching the neighbors Got me in Jordache jeans Feeling real hot, hanging from my pocket, a pager Yeah, buddy boy, I'm clean Cubic zirconium rocks in my earrings Give me that stone and a mobile phone And I carry that gem like me and Irene I'm getting totally stoked Sipping Creek Water with me and my folks I'm getting totally throwed My flock is waddling around Can't keep my ducks in a row And I can't keep up with this bullshit they calling dope But I'm married to her I can't leave this bitch neither Rock and roll pussy, I cannot turn down Even though she's a liar, a thief, and a cheater, I need her That long hair ain't gonna cover up that red neck, boy Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce I'm Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce Still got the bottom beating like gorillas Checking my trunk like a killer You ain't fucking with Slumerican, stop, uh Bitch, go to sleep, grab a pillow Go to sleep with your stinking ass I ain't got time, I ain't taking trash Out to the bin, take you out with my pen And then I take a bottle and break the glass (Ooh) I done built me a fortress And I didn't have to beg, plead, or force it Got enough forces to sit on my porch and not move And still be in orbit An ancient alien, homo sapien Me and rap is like bee to orca Turn water to wine, one dollar a time Drink it up, it's fine, there's no need to cork it Gorgeous, mmh, give me those 'Cause I remember me and mama popping penny rolls And if you wasn't with me when the shit hit the fan Then you cannot get a penny, you ain't getting any, bro Gotta pay the taxes when the wood is out And the kerosene can is filled up to the brim Don't look at him, go get the matches Lace up and then take a hike I'm making shit that is major like I'm pulling up on them big wheels You couldn't pedal a baby bike I do not hang at the same club in the same town every damn night I am not making hip-hop for the hip-hop award show or the 'Gram likes 'Cause I'm... Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce I'm Catfish Billy That motherfucker Billy in the house Billy and I'm really in the house Really like I'm really on the couch Chopping up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy There'll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain't never been a doubt, just bounce