I Wish (featraekwon) Lyrics - Yelawolf

Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme man 

You know what it do man 

Just sit back, relax 

Yelawolf what up 

Raekwon in the building 

I'm Alabama's own buddy 

Flinstone Caprice, 1987 cuddi 

Backyard moonshine steel 

Methadone laboratory real 

Can I keep it crystal clear? 

Chipped tooth type of people 

Illiterate pigs 

Who wanna see you killed type of evil 

Confederate flags, I see 'em 

In a truck with the windows down 

Why is he playing Beanie Siegel? 

Cuz his daddy was a dope man 

Lynard Skynard didn't talk about 

Moving keys of coke man 

Ain't no such thing as a free bird 

Billy's got that street work 

And he's packing a nasty heater 

Trailer home trap spot 

Chevys on the center blocks 

Still doing donuts 

In the gravel parking lot 

Gold ropes, cousins in a group home 

And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song, b*tch 

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I wish a mother f*cka would 

Tell me that I ain't hip hop 

B*tch you ain't hip hop 

I wish a mother f*cka would 

Tell me that my shit gonna flop 

B*tch your shit gonna flop 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

Tell me that I ain't hip hop 

B*tch you ain't hip hop 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

Hell, naw! 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

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Now let me tell you something youngsters 

I'm never gunna sell you something 

Unless it's that snow white 

We might mail you something 

Me, I'm straight raw hood with it 

Be at your door quick 

Four on your jaw 

I got a new lick 

My click a murderer n*ggas who love hip hop 

You f*ck with Yelawolf and them n*ggas 

Your head goin' pop 

I'm just sincere, fresh cut 

All up in the leer, listen 

Yo leave 'em alone 

He brought me along 

Rap, he got it 

I'm the crew pilot 

Flyin' trains, planes, automobiles 

We bout it, bout it 

Yo Wolf, I think they got you twisted flow 

I got the biscuit on me spit in his face 

I'm bout to piss on homie 

Who dem n*ggas 

Just some Staten Island n*ggas 

You could call us Shaolin 

Where n*ggas get drunk 

And hold me down my n*gga 

Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal 

Scramble, this is the true ramble 

Aye yo give 'em yo' handle though 

I wish a mother f*cka would 

Tell me that I ain't hip hop 

B*tch you ain't hip hop 

I wish a mother f*cka would 

Tell me that my shit gonna flop 

B*tch your shit gonna flop 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

Tell me that I ain't hip hop 

B*tch you ain't hip hop 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

Hell, naw! 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

Preshate it Rea 

Sling shot me in quick 

Like Talledega Motor Speed Way 

King shit blue ribbon rap 

Baking sodas on the kitchen rack 

Chef what you need these fiends gotta itchy back 

Get busy crack 

I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back? 

And you don't gotta call my black 

I got direction 

I'm a road map I'm an almanac 

I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag 

F*ck all of that 

WU-TANGS's in Bama b*tch 

Get a grip handle it 

Yelas in the revival tent 

Vandalist, evangelist daddies got the cannabis 

Make a wish the candles lit 

White boys follow this 

Mamas thirty-eight-six 

Long-range hollow tips 

Trash huffing glue you build a airline 

I wish a mother f*cka would 

Tell me that I ain't hip hop 

B*tch you ain't hip hop 

I wish a mother f*cka would 

Tell me that my shit gonna flop 

B*tch your shit gonna flop 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

Tell me that I ain't hip hop 

B*tch you ain't hip hop 

I wish a motherf*cker would 

Hell, naw! 

I wish a motherf*cker would