(Snap, Snap-) (SnapBackOnDaTrack) Gang All my niggas, man, RIP all my niggas, man, all my dead homies, man Squad This for y'all, man, Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's To all my fallen squad (squad) Write your name across the sky While I flame one to the brain and gon' get high And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry 'Cause I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck, nigga Hustle hard for them bucks, nigga, that's a must, nigga I done lost so many real niggas, I can't trust niggas So I keep my distance from niggas Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, nigga Got shots for him, shots for him Niggas sayin' "Fuck Roc Block", send shots at them (baow, baow) 10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again Keep going nonstop 'til we drop lots of men And I swear I lost so many of my guys (my niggas) So I'm sippin' Rémy, smokin' 50's for my guys (for my niggas) Never let a nigga blow any of my guys Ain't nobody fuckin' with No Limit in my eyes (gang) Missin' my niggas, kushy and liquor, 4's of the lean R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (free Joc) Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda 'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on Stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song Squad R.I.P. my niggas, man Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape Ballin' like I'm Kobe R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc R.I.P. Pistol P, man For all my niggas gone, man We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man R.I.P. my squad Squad R.I.P. them niggas, man Look I'll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes Just for my niggas back But I know I'll never get 'em back (fuck) So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (we on it) And I hear niggas at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (where they at?) 'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here) Got so many niggas that's hatin', I'on even know 'em (even know 'em) And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (show 'em) Can I just get some money? 'Cause I know niggas broke and bummy They ain't even funny (nah) I know they prolly wanna rob me, they hate me prolly But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body They won't get nothin' from me (nothin') From the hellhole where it's full of zombies Where they catch the most bodies across the country (murder capital) Where they took all of my homies from me Man, R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money (gotta get it) Squad, R.I.P. the L's Free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's (L's) No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (gang) R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin' Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted Pull up on the oppas, 'ppose to be there and they hidden 'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh This for everybody whoever lost one of your homies, man Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anything to you, you know? R.I.P. my niggas, man Squad

I can't help smiling when I look at you To keep from going crazy is all I can do I'm so defenseless with you so close The walls have crumbled from my body and soul Write your name across my heart I want the world to know that I am yours forever And I will wear it like a shining star Write your name across my heart For you my life is an open door Everything I have is yours I'll try to give you everything you need But as far as love goes, there's a life-time guarantee Write your name across my heart (across my heart) I want the world to know that I am yours forever And I will wear it like a shining star Write your name across my heart In all my thoughts, in all I do, in all I say I belong to you with every breath I take Write your name (write your name) across my heart I want the world to know that I am yours forever (forever baby) And I will wear it like a shining star Write your name, across my heart And I will wear it like a shining star Write your name across my heart (across my heart)

You callin' us heathens with zero respect for the law But we're only songwriters just writing our songs and that's all We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong If you think it is Mr Music Executive why don't you write your own songs. And don't listen to mine they might run you crazy They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long We're making you rich and you're already lazy So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs. Mr Purified Country don't you know what the whole things about Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out The world's gettin' smaller and everyone in it belongs And if you can't see that Mr. Purified Country Why don't you write your own songs. And don't listen to mine they might run you crazy They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long We're making you rich and you're already lazy So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs. So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs...

Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday Go, white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve pack (Yeah, I know) We blow smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear Sayin', she just wanna party Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale Pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside 'em, blindside 'em Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros She's jockin' and it's obvious I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby father is But I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley I'm rollin' up the Marley I'm drunk as Paul McCartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of 'em I leave out with 9 of 'em That's 14 I keep around I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin' Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car Take 'em to the house and what Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth How we do it down south, what I'm always going, going Ghettovison is sewing Plowing, growing, growing Crop those things I'm a brewing Catfish Billy, on ya grilly Cook it up, make a mealy Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly Fucked up But I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane Keepin' yo bitch in a tame I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Prima, we just wanna party Ha, ha, ha Yela, Gucci, burr That's hard

Pa's just got a lot of things to do Like what? Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out Pa said not to bother him, and if he's not gonna be home, how can I bother him? It'd be better if you just forget about it Well I'm going to do it, and I'm gonna take Jack with me, 'cause Pa didn't say anything to him Way down this country road and I holler Where they make that moon shine still There's an old man on the porch on a shack And the shack is where he lives Round the town they call him Paul It's Paul from on the hill And every time Paul does slay a hog You can hear that hoggy squeal I'm from the valley of the bible belt That motherfuckin' preacher's daughter's son Where they can't find no woman, no man, no cousin, no friend without a gun Alabama that is my home Fucking trailer park has got my heart Off in the hood, I make home when I play in the woods after dark You won't find me sober much Always got a bottle of Jacky O I take my sips, I talk my shit And I fight anybody that wants to go Tall and slim, walk with a limp 'Cause my nuts are oversized Fuck your dope and your alcohol Because your shit is overpriced Hit the bootleg for twenty-four before I'm 21 (mathematics) Going to jail 'cause I'm drunk at Piggly-Wiggly (dagnabbit) 'Cause I be here and I do my time 'Cause I can't make bail on minimum wage Nothing to do in the country but get Drunk and watch that pendulum sway Back in the saddle again Throw my middle finger up to the law I ain't gotta rob nobody tonight But I might do it just because I am a nut, I get bored Did some pills but I want more Fuck this world, fuck this town If I fuck you once I fuck you sore Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit goddamn Pussy cunt bitch suck a cock If you want some of this rock'n'roll Take this pipe, suck this rock Just a flock, super-hot Clean 'em up, grab a mop Catfish on my shit, fuck with me you gonna get dropped Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy You don't want it with me motherfucker I promise I put you with the piranhas inside of a shallow swamp And then make you follow a boat full of drinking water And sing to you lullabies While I sip on nas under umbrellas Got a propeller sharp enough to eat through a two footed Root of a tree, if it's onto me then it's cool like it's moving So why do you think I fucking hate it Or lay a log in front of my boat and put a stop to what I do buddy whatever When I get up in the morning I think about When it's all over they can put my body up in the river With everything I did for the culture Inside of a book and light a candle for my mama who got sick on the fucking fame Immediately media will follow me to the end of the river While the people around my body deliver rhythms and syllables, relevant to my scripture I'm a sick son of a bitch, do you get the picture? My fucking name is Catfish, really though Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy yea yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy

Trunk Muzik Trunk Muzik Straight from the back of the game I rock it Yelawolf's got that crack, boy In the woods with the SK I'm cockin' You don't want to play with that toy Droppin' this heat like an asteroid Good in the south like pastor troy Pull up aside of a 1977 Sittin' back and sippin' my cronic 7 pimpin' And I'm about to get down Look at me changin' lanes Twin pipes lookin' like dragon's breath Chevrolet's throwin' flames Yes I know it's strange Hit you with a left, I pull the chains Bitch, you too heavy to carry You don't wanna bury yourself Underneath that 808 I'll drop it in your face like DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac And now I'm back on the throtal of Chevrolets With the bottom won't you roll the widow down If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down I told you I was coming Said I'd be here in 5 And even though I brought you glasses You still can't believe your eyes But if you don't believe it by now Fuck it, just lean to the side Hold up, wait a minute, I don't really Wanna leave without a single solitary So when needed for I'll bring it to 'em If you're sailin' catch my drift Lead me to the door, check my list Meet me at the floor, catch this fist Or meet me at the store catch this lick Feel this house flip this brick Real skateboarders feel this grip Moving threw the alley way Look at the people tripping 'Cause I'm only chopping like To the DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down I have to be the hardest, I have diamond nuts I piss excellence Ricky Bobby lines 'em up Catfish Billy half pines 'em up Yellow wolf country fries 'em up Pull 'em in duffle bag Then I roll up in a river then I hold up Watch what the fuck you hold up Dynamite sticks will blow up Ghetto vision got this sold up Roll up, smoke up Everybody wish'n they choose us But we don't give a fuck you know us I know you didn't see me coming But I'm coming anyway Bitch yellow wolf is style'n on DJs, I'll cruise it, I got that Trunk Muzik Everybody hop in the Cadillac And now I'm back with a bottle of Chevrolets With the bottom won't you open it when I'm down If you cruisin', I got that Trunk Muzik Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the 808 come up, fade away Ain't no better way to get down

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