Yelawolf - F.A.S.T RIDE lyrics
rate meOn that ass, bitch
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
And I be bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
And I be bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
Trunk Muzik
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
Mellow yellow, can in my hand, mullet hawk, what?
Country folks don’t talk much
They just get to work, sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleeping back by the bricks, come with the fly, I’m on some shit
Drum this out with two sticks
Super high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom, raps make mummies jealous from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should’ve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked but I’m around, circulated
Nerds are in, Urkel made it
I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp, a one, two, three
I’m at the Chelsea Hotel
Like City Nancy with the knife and two grams of candy
Get the dizzies fee, fee, fuck me
Please oh please don’t tease
Just give me them keys and crank that beat
‘Cause I might double up and strike, dry heave
But believe, oh believe I’m cold, I’mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, fricking neon, that’s me glowing in a snowstorm
Look, we hit these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, it might be more like a pair of nice jeans, ‘cause I’m
On that ass, bitch
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
And I be bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
So what’s new?
Been on that shit, where’s the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Kakalak it, Alabama has it, go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I’m playing Relapse, boss
Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I’m in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring ‘em in, though
Out the rain, what’s a friend for?
Word, oh for sure yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bitches go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don’t need no nine to nine, nine, nine, nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let’s roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fuck what you say
Wild the pen-play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bitch, bow to sensei
Motherfucking bitch, pay your rent day
Do I not look like my name was MJ
One glove and a fucking pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
I’m just on that ass, hoe
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, bitch
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
On that ass, hoe
Bumping this funky-ass shit to ride to
Yeah, I’m on my shit now
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go