Yelawolf — G.A.D.

[Verse 1: Big Henry] I'm from the G-dot-A-dot-D Pocket full of money, getting live in the streets With a bottle of that Henny V.S.O.P Country mahfucka, mouth full of gold teeth So bust down the blunt, wrap the THC That's 24 chrome on that Classic Caprice What you know about me? Not a goddamn thang Fatboy Mac, I let my nuts hang I do it how I do 'cause it's just my thang You can hate if you want but I ain't gon' change How you gon' explain when I leave pop your brains Leave it on a curb till their washed off by rain When I'm in a booth man I'm high octane So tell Dr. Dre did it ain't no game 'Cause this documentary Y'all gon remember me Hail to my enemies and fuck what they tellin' me Till god take my energy It's always Henry [Yelawolf] Getting into some shit That one day the clique will have to deal with But when you all in your friend become kin Next thing you know you got gold in your grill [Bridge: Yelawolf] Shawty Fatt! Could you bring the hook to the line? Put a fish in a trap from the cast of your mind Bake for the state AL to divine, specifically don't say it, abbreviate [Hook: Shawty Fatt] I'm from the G-dot-A-dot-D Pocket full of money, mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Classic Caprice Seat sittin' low, what you know about me? I'm from the G-dot-A-dot-D Pocket full of money, mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Classic Caprice Seat sittin' low, what you know about me? [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Nada Non other than a brainiac on a track Perspirating thugs, stained hat A new era of painted 'Lacs Rolling through the sentiment attrac- Tion, a ton of some of the biggest gunners will aim and snap My trained head Too many caboose riders, man And I want my pennies back My dollars and my fanny sack You holla for real and complain 'cause you got it You want your pennies back? There is no bitch in me Unless ya mean South America on the coast nude With a sandy crack How could ever there be a dude with a handy pack That swings the pinpoint shot when I'm in attack Easy if you had practice how to lame an ass-hole 'Cause all my life I would [?] back Train 'em how to act Their trainers on the track (choo-choo) But what is too true, ain't it bad? Annie Amy's brother and the son of a tainted dad With his pants hanging low Well, can he sack? In America as an old chief, ass take rooted 4000 years ago, chief Wayne, it's sad how you dissed me You owe me! Respect me! I'm godly! Like a black bird over a tombstone You will get faded And I ain't talking 'bout a [?] [Hook: Shawty Fatt] I'm from the G-dot-A-dot-D Pocket full of money, mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Classic Caprice Seat sittin' low, what you know about me? I'm from the G-dot-A-dot-D Pocket full of money, mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Classic Caprice Seat sittin' low, what you know about me? [Verse 3: Shawty Fatt] Say momma: "There goes that man Sitting in a Caprice on twenty douce fans" Gun in my hand looking like a hundred grand A hundred and one fans on a band wa-gon I kill it like I started Them first bars were retarded Don't get me started Hardest, stay in a booth When I speak be the truth Alabama coming through Yelawolf, let me loose So I can tell it like the T.I Ills 'cause he got skills Pushing up on a mill Mouth like "ill" South like trill One more time what it is? [Bridge: Yelawolf] Shawty Fatt! Could you bring the hook to the line? Put a fish in a trap from the cast of your mind Bake for the state AL to divine, specifically don't say it, abbreviate [Hook: Shawty Fatt] I'm from the G-dot-A-dot-D Pocket full of money, mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Classic Caprice Seat sittin' low, what you know about me? I'm from the G-dot-A-dot-D Pocket full of money, mouth full of gold teeth 24 inches on that Classic Caprice Seat sittin' low, what you know about me?