YelaWolf - Lemonade Freestyle Lyrics

Roll down the window in the Chevy and I listen to the critics but they really wasnt saying shit
Buddy, Im a gutter motherfucker from an Alabama creek, you dont know who you playin with
They talk so much that I bet one of these pebbles under me get laryngitis
The wave is so contagious, so who gave it? Apparently I did
Put fish in the back of my boat, Im a fisherman, Ima reel in, mackerel
Ima give em ten minutes, then put back in the water dead, just to see em all float
And kinda like mixtapes in the back of my trunk, buddy, yeah, I got em all sold
In Alabama with an arm and hammer, swimmin in propaganda, I got em all, whoa
Promenade, country boy, get out of my way, gallon of sweet tea, a packet of lemonade
Smackin a faggot, I crack a bat on the pen and page, no homo, anyway
Any stage, rip it any way, the independent way, look, have you seen his Js?
Footwork, send em in a rage, feelin like a millionaire on minimum wage
Dont need a Mercedes to take your girl, my Chevy is sick, hurl
I let her play with my mullet, while she sip syrup

Hold up, Alabama funk make you lose your teeth like a Mountain Dew soda
Some saltines wanna live in the box, but guess what, I the cracker who showed up
And we could take it to Dakota, small towns, we can take it over
Yeah, ten million rocks, bet it up, we can make it a boulder
A shadows hangin over your shoulders, and we about to roll that over
And when the bitch come flyin down the hill, you better burn wheels like somebody told ya
Keys, goin to grab em Shits Creek, dont leave the paddle
Get a poncho for the rain of battles, go Tonto, go get the saddle
I been on my travels since Adam bit the apple
Feelin like I got the biggest dick in the world and I cant even fit a Magnum
(Lemon!) My mama smokin weed like a chim-i-ney, call her Ma Marley
Like (Yeah mon!), yeah we got trees and a couple kegs if you wanna party
Right (Here mon!), pop a trunk, Papa Doc, we know you dont give a fuck
You dont (Fear none), hardest man alive