Get away (feat.shawty fatt & mystical)

Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods
And let it ring into the night and break a bottle with a bullet
Yes I’m ‘bout it [bad word] Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern roots
I’m liable just to take a Chevrolet
And run it through the mud for giggles (huh)
What a son of a [bad word] my mama raised into a rapper
Who could tell a story like my uncle when he’s drinking
Product of a working environment [bad word] is y’all thinking?
Meaning, I’m working, working harder than any artist could ever do,
It’s simply cause I’m made that way
I’ll build a house around your [bad word] before you could realize
You’re in a neighborhood that Yelawolf made
So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it
Tell ‘em I’m an Alabama wannabe, I’ll be that!
I’ll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you
From a [bad word] beanbag, I need that!

[Hook]
Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s
Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof or the broken Chevrolet
Talk til there’s nothing left to say
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gon’ have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
You gone have to get away from me, load up the gun, load up the gun
Then you’ll have to get away from me
Drink some, smoke some
Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways
Then you gone have to get away from me

[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Man, I done been through it all
I done been up and know what it is to fall
Punk police feeling all on my balls
Without a probable cause, cause a [bad word] sittin’ tall
"Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt.
On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?"
Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair
Got me pinned to the wall, like a [bad word] thumb tack. "Dumb fat!"
Dumb hell, criticize a [bad word] for the crack I sell
Like you could give a [bad word] if a [bad word] eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall
Let ‘em see that? Naw dawg, them lies.
Long as I got Catfish on my side, [bad word] I’m headed up, up, up to the sky
Roll up, let’s get high, wave at ‘em bye I need that!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mystikal]
20 plus 20 still spittin’ em out
Still [bad word] on your porch and still [bad word] in your house
Then put my [bad word] in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in [bad word] on the floor, skeet on the couch
Which one of you ugly [bad word] think you thug enough or rugg enough
Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up wit’ me
The most retarded [bad word] in the whole wide world
Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to [bad word] with me
If you in say you in, and if you is handle your [bad word]  business
Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. What we gonna do? Win!
Not a nan’ ‘nother [bad word] outta there can compare
To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales
In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs
I need that!