Get Straight Lyrics - Yelawolf

Shady Aftermath 

Whoo Kid, let's go 

This that trailer park hood shit 

Yelawolf, DJ Paul, let's go 

Crack that .40 out the gate 

Yeah motherfucker get straight 

If a motherfucker got shit to say 

Crack that fucker in the face 

Get straight (get straight), now get straight (get straight) 

Yeah motherfucker get straight 

There ain't a motherfucker got shit to say 

Cause we'll set this bitch off out the gate 

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My beer bottle is ice cold 

Drunk falls like I'm blindfold 

Head busting them Xanax I'm a wild cracker that might blow 

Got duct-tape on light pole 

In a big cup like a Psycho 

No need for that codeine, no need to lean in my Chevy 

Hit high-beams on tight road 

Yelawolf is a psycho 

Sling Blades and renegades they operate at my shows 

You talked up, you couch much, [?] 

Fuck blood stains on the T-shirt I'm famous I don't buy clothes 

Bouncing all in them mosh holes 

Intercorse like a rhino 

Killin shit now get a grip like handlebars on the vinyl 

In the woods or a porch I could've been Hollywood in a condo 

Practice with that Glock 9 you see them stop-sign holes 

Photos 

Slumerican's, let's go 

Going in it right now 

Yelawolf, DJ Paul 

Famous Stars & Straps 

Bowties, Alabama 

Stand up! 

Straighten up like a light pole 

Straighten up like a seat back when you see that P-I-G dash 

On the corner waiting fuck get back when you been drinking that bottle 

Laying down on that throttle, here they coming now oh no 

I'm all night partying, till my body's in, shock and I'll be in, overload 

I'm la-dee-dah'ing, I don't care about much at all, I've got too much money 

I'm in a Ferrari and, woke up in a new Bugatti and, threw up in a Pinto 

I don't got to [?] 

Give me the best MC I'll body him 

Let him drown in his little bitty fish bowl 

Are they gonna run up and say, pussy can I get a hit, (No) 

I'll let you get a hit by the 2 mil' like a rope torn of a mixtape 

(N-O) 

One, two, then boil three 

I put CD's and MP3's to make OG's look like (kinfolk) 

You better put a mint fresh on a patty belt if you want some head 

If you ain't a rapper still you better put a grill in front of that bye bye cig' 

Bitch I'm a hungry hippo 

Fuck 'em all, like a nympho 

They can suck my valvoline from a pile of beans (Pinto) 

Drive this bitch in a ditch I'm filthy rich but I'm (Pinto) 

Dollar at cheaa, (kinfolk) haller at cheaa (kinfolk) 

Y'all already know what the fuck it is 

Fuckin' nuts in here right now 

Slumerican 

Shady, (fatality), let's go