Throw It Up

Aye boo get these motherf**kers and pass that jack

I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit

Get the f**k from round here you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you ain't ready for it b***h

Now throw it up yeah ho throw it up

Throw it up yeah ho you ain't ready for it b***h

Throw it up yeah ho throw it up throw it up

You ain't ready for it b***h

I already got two cars in the yard that don't run

So why would I wanna break shit down for you

Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch

Here the king of debauchery come with a cracker d**k

To f**k you in that p***y carpet you munch

If I'm not hardly the one

You must be barely the one billionth

Really you kidding b***h I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stunting like my daddy

D-dr-d-drinking like my mama

C-c-country like my uncles

Stuttering like a cd in a donk

Bump bump bump bump

And I'm in a blue chevy

Running over motherf**kers in first

I ain't even shift gears yet

I ain't even here yet I'm outta this earth

Right yeah ho

But I just hit the surface

And I'm bout to walk into a bank

With a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk

Where the keys

b***h you better check your purse

I gotta brick of herb

And I hit the syrup

And I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb

So get the f**k outta my way buddy

You don't wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog

Yelawolf and eminem shit

Sufferin' succotash yeah suck a d**k b***h

I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit

Get the f**k from round here you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you ain't ready for it b***h

Now throw it up yeah ho throw it up

Throw it up yeah ho you ain't ready for it b***h

Throw it up yeah ho throw it up throw it up

You ain't ready for it b***h

b***h please you don't wanna step up to this misses

G-a-n-g-s-t-a boo make a n***a hit his knees when

I'm up in the building preachin' to my children

I don't be taking no shit from you haters

You'll make me hurt one of your feelings

Pick your face up off the floor

I got you feeling sad now

You be on that hokiewag hokiewag is bullshit

Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit b***h

I was born on the mississippi river

Take no shit from a b***h or a n***a

So so crazy gotta f**ked up temper

Bi-pola' not nicki I'm worser I'll hurt ya

I got a crazy-ass mind game

Ma n***a I'm a lion untamed

Hunt ya ass down in my jungle I do this

I tell them hoes you ain't ready for it b***h

I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit

Get the f**k from round here you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you ain't ready for it b***h

Now throw it up yeah ho throw it up

Throw it up yeah ho you ain't ready for it b***h

Throw it up yeah ho throw it up throw it up

You ain't ready for it b***h

I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit

Me and yelawolf

Tear the roof off this motherf**ker

You ain't got the umph

You're a hoof to the foot of an elephant

Hello toots you look so eloquent

That's what I tell a c**t

Come sit up front cause you're kicking my seat

And I'm trying to tell the cashier what I want

They say I act like an a*****e

When I pull up at the white castle

And I ask for an appli-cation

Throw it back in her face and

Tell the b***h I'm a rapper then I wack her

In the head with a whopper

That I bought from bk you expect me to be proper

b***h you better pop in a cd of me immediately s**t ho

Skidda dee da da

Prada not a chance

I was thinking about buying you some clothes

But target's closed

So I decided to mosey on over to k-mart but the doors

Was locked what about some shoes I thought

Great I suppose

So I go to payless but what'dya know

They didn't carry a size eight in hoes

Oh this is ugly boy swag

Putting toe tags on you motherf**king ho bags

What a trailer trash pioneer

I am yeah that's why I'm here

I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a motherf**kin' diary of diarrhea

Me yelawolf and gangsta boo came here to show you a thing or two

Bout sign language middle fingers aimed at you

So we don't gotta scream at you

Ow I just bit my bottom lip it was an accident

I went to go tell em all to go get f**ked

But I'm never gonna bite my tongue

Little b***h throw it up

What the f**k is this white dog

Yo what up

What up

Uh you do that verse

Yeah I just killed that shit

What

Nah nuthin' um yo you know what I was thinking man

I think the one thing that uh that the album don't have

That might be missing

Is like uh a song for like for girls

Uh what do you mean for like bitches

Nah girls like a lovesong

No

We need one

Like lovesong-lovesong

Yeah man bitches like love songs