pistol n the air

Singer:yelawolf

think i'mma try something that i. that i never did before on this one. let's go

if the block stays poppin'

i'mma keep rockin'

run the red light full speed

you might seen a b-boy drop and freeze

but you ain't never heard of me

shine up my chrome

put the glaze on my shoes

jump fresh

dress to kill

i'm dippin' on you's

sit back

my rhymes are bucket seats in a cadillac

ever went pfffft rat-a-tat-tat

with a black mac

raf back

the bitter swinging

and i got an extra bat

like a weapon of mass destruction you can bet as bad

i'm stickin' oh mama's mad

mama better be glad

mrs. jackson don't wanna see the posturepedic layin on her back

not like that

i might beat her up like michael's dad

with the hard fist of rifle raps

your daughter was born with a nice round ass

round is on the corner with the hydro stash

stop

take a lunch break eat a barbecue slab

i'll barbecue the beat

little daddy eat that

fill you up like a 12 piece meat pack

jump from the sticks to the bricks!

roll through the hood and bump this shit!

take out your pistol

hold it in the air!

take out your pistol

hold it in the air!

i'm king kong with a barrel of dynamite in his palm

the heat is on

95

i'm taggin' up nashville with the krylon

kool-aid stains on my lips with no aid to be cool with

a naturally given gift to do with

what hip-hop i can do with a stick

snap it

break it

pop it

swing it

peel it

carve it

whip whip to the legs of a child

that's the south

pick a switch for runnin' your mouth

daddy ain't got no deal

but daddy's got a gangsta grill

how does it feel

what a motherfucker with a 2 inch wheel

and it feel like a 24 and it's over

hold your nose quick while this risin' still

if you boat can't float her

jump from the sticks to the bricks!

roll through the hood and bump this shit!

take out your pistol

hold it in the air!

take out your pistol

hold it in the air!

yeah it's been a long time

no bread

it's like i been on a low-carb diet

yea

no jars

no pyrex

but i rock shit like jeezy did

a breeze in a sense

not a relief pitcher

but a major league arm on a veteran

i tell 'em 10 times they didn't give me 9

but i give 'em one more chance

i tell 'em again

and again and again

and i gained recognition

who was you dissin'? not this man

with a lawn mower on the yard of a rich man

work my ass off in the summer heat

it's me

straight sweating beads

fallin' from my head like seeds from a tree

pushin' this bitch cause she got weak knees

i'm an orthopedic mc

heave hoes

whistle while i work

it ain't nothin' to a man

with his hands in the dirt

the dirty south where the birds be at

plenty of keys

plenty of traps

jump from the sticks to the bricks!

roll through the hood and bump this shit!

take out your pistol

hold it in the air!

take out your pistol

hold it in the air!