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Rittz、Yelawolf - Profit
Yep yep yep don't even try to count my profit
Yep yep yep so stay the f**k up out my profit
Yep yep yep yep yeah
I got my buddies on the corner
In the back of the club with a sack
And they rolling up a jointer smoking that country stash
You ain't never seen a bull rider bumping ugk
Nah homie you ain't never seen that
F**k it peep
Out the bucket seat
Hip hop make em all lean back
Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce
Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud
Yeah pick another trailer park girl up
Dirty blonde eat a ding dong get out
Yeah imma let the lid out f**k puffing in this jar lightning bug
Southern hospitality but I hospitalize you cause I'm nice enough
To spot a punk like a homophobic
I'm on it my opponents know it
Get your money up d boy
I ain't a d boy but my folks they grow it
Done clipped the bud and done sold it
I been sipping bud you ain't noticed
I'm in the bible belt like a church in the lobby
With an offering tray for that profit
Yep yep yep b**ch I'm all about my profit
Yep yep yep don't even try to count my profit
Yep yep yep so stay the f**k up out my profit
Yep yep yep yep yeah
Let me get started
Targeting artists ain't no dodging em lodging them
Cause they fraudulous yeah my ho might been sporting sh*t
No tours and sh*t no super nintendo but I got cartridges
Cartman sh*t working my big old tool like I know carpentry
Pardon me it's the ni**a you know me the hottest commodity
Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty
Cause they copping it stopping me nope
No copping me nope
P O T B E double l why the hell they ride my tail
I'll slow it down a minute what
Cause I ain't been around a minute
These ni**as feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute
And I'll admit I get beside myself sometimes
Only cause I know I got d**e rhymes
And my punch lines will f**k wit yo mind
I'm bucking 'bout my
Yep yep yep b**ch I'm all about my profit
Yep yep yep don't even try to count my profit
Yep yep yep so stay the f**k up out my profit
Yep yep yep yep yeah
I am a real slumerican
Told yelawolf he can swear me in
I got a heavy double barrel in my box chevy
When my album drop everybody scared again
And I'm prepared to win at all costs
Y'all talk a lot of sh*t trying to tear my skin
And rumor has it I'm crazy I need to see a therapist
Well if the shoe fits f**k it I'mma wear it then
Cause I'm a go getter other squares pretend
I'm bout to turn up like a sombrero brim
I'm kinda like a modern day larry flynt
It's slum sh*t baby f**k katy perry fans
I rep atlanta I ain't never been to paris france
I switch lanes crossing over like I'm jeremy lin
You can admire me don't let me catch you staring pimp
I'm like a great white shark in this aquarium
When I was young ain't no kids out caroling
Around the holidays they were pistol carrying
In despair getting paper was imperative
I'm reaching in my pocket only thing there was lint
With lack of parentin' no one to spare a cent
We suited up in all black and a pair of timbs
And ran up in a local baller's house now lay it down
Motherf**ker show me where it is
I'm about to take that profit
Yep yep yep b**ch I'm all about my profit
Yep yep yep don't even try to count my profit
Yep yep yep so stay the f**k up out my profit
Yep yep yep yep yeah