Yelawolf - I WishLyrics

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? "Cause 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, bitch I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would Now let me tell you something youngsters I'm never gonna 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 niggas who love hip hop You fuck with Yelawolf and them niggas 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 niggas just some Staten Island niggas You could call us Shaolin when niggas get drunk They hold you down my nigga Yelawolf, Alabama's vandal scramble, this is the true ramble Aye yo give 'em yo' handle though I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would I appreciate 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 hit you 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-Tang's in 'Bama bitch 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-aught-six, Long-range hollow tips Trash huffing glue you build a airline model with In the gutter like a empty PBR bottle is I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would I wish a motherfucka' would I wish a motherfucka' would I wish a motherfucka' would I wish a motherfucka' would I wish a motherfucka' would I wish a motherfucka' would