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It's the boy Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's to crank the club up
Let's go!

You gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me your truck
Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with' you now? What, you ain't happy red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why they're so to compare me
But the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, me
Go ahead, what the fuck does it to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely
My limbs are in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, that's a situation
birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, still give a fuck

I don't know what to say that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with cow? I done already milked it
Smoke cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, brick, four
the steps of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out waitin' around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you now
'Cause Jesus a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, prob'ly drink vodka
I still it at the party when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, that's a win-win
Happy birthday, I'm brand new
on me for me, not you

Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, still give a fuck

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday,

Up in the club, give a fuck ah
(Up in the club, still don't a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!