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