Fu

[verse 1]

its the big bad wolf

yeeah I'm from Alabama buddy and what what does that mean you don't like my state
you put a stereotype on my people homie but you know exactly what I'm gonna say
you see me shining without a diamond at all but you'd rather see me stuck in the shade
oh you mad I'm getting butter motherfucker you don't wanna see yeller get paid
that's a reasonable excuse to hate so thank you I must bless you
its unbelievable you could rescue the nephew and girl let loose
who am I well you know who I am when cat fish billies middle finger flings
and all the love I'm getting from the critics is making me wanna turn around and sing

[chorus]
fuck you fuck you fuuaaack you
fuck you fuck you fuuaaack you
fuck you fuck you faauuuck you

[verse 2]
you might be used to hearing it and if you are cool then I'll say it again
if you ain't got a problem with saying out loud turnaround and tell it to a friend
you might be riding inside of your car alarm but you can do it with one hand
so throw it up when you see the boys in blue passing you in a patty wagon van
I'm a crook take a look two words written all over my books
I got enough hype last night with the security this is all that it took
I know I got a cubic zirconium watch and a chain and an old money brain but
all the attention it brings from the women is making me wanna turnaround and sing

[chorus]

[verse 3]

Yelawolf I'm a Parana eat a beat see the physic yep I'm a runna
get a fuck you buddy come take a numba
sure as the sun sets over my long deck in the summa
I give a long bird too many wrong words that fall to the life of my persana
for the fiftieth time if you wondered don't wonder
listen to the back
to the front
tell the people what they want
if you came into the club with a sack full of buds but they won't let you roll up a blunt
tell um
if they try ta
you gotta hot girl tell um I'm gonna
you in the house and the song comes on go outside and yell it in you pajamas
sing

[chorus]

[outro]
Yelawolf
a.k.a catfish
billy
super hot beats
fuck you
hollar at g
mustard
yeah I'm still at it
ghetto vision
holla at your boy
middle fingers in the air
Fuck You