Gangsta Of Love (feat. Cyhi da Prynce)

Intro:

Calling all cars, calling all cars

There is a gangsta on the loose

He is very heavily armed, and legged

And considered extremely dangerous

If you should happen to see him on your way home,

Do not try to apprehend, I repeat, do not try to apprehend

Simple say, "it's cool"

Yeah,

[Yelawolf - Verse 1]

Will the real Slim Shady please stand up

And tell these mother fuckers why I got signed

Cause I'm on the verge of slapping one of these white boys

Out here tryna imitate my grind

And if you finna feel it when I say that

Fuck you, say something back

What I gotta lose, I'm already the underdog

Why wouldn't I give you the opportunity to rap

Fuck boy, I'm harder than ya momma's fuck toy

And she's still bitching

I'm sicker than a chicken sitting in shit

Sticking itself with a syringe in a Japanese kitchen, get some

I got the kinky bitch, get crumbs

Yeah here the Shady clique come

They say I'm a dick head

Well it fits, why?

Cause I'ma fuck this pussy ass game up till she gets numb

Of many styles that I pick from

Fuck it just give me kick drums

Cause Yelawolf aint a rapper

I'm a cataclysmic culturally offensive don't give a shit bum

It's done

So put ya money on a 'Bama boy

20 West of Atlanta boy

You wanna ride in my lane prepare for the 18 wheeler winds

Get a grip on your bicycle handle bars

[Chorus]

All the girls I meet

Are falling down them stairs

I said get themselves together

They get themselves together

(Thats why they call me)

Gangsta of Love

Yelawolf and I

On top don't wonder why

Cause I rock and roll

Stop drop and roll

Thats why they call me

(Gangsta of love)

Feet on the ground

Head in the sky

Cause I rock and roll

Stop drop and roll

Thats why they call me

[Yelawolf - Verse 2]

Hold up, my God

Let me pull the Chevrolet out the garage

I killin on A to Z lately, KP

You might get a hicky from Nicki Minaj

Fuck em all with a sandpaper dick

I dare anybody to comment to the diss

You couldn't hold a flame to my name bitch

I wouldn't even let you hold a bic to my cancerous stick

I'm treating rappers like loose change,

The shoe string belts that I lost in the cracks of my couches

Like I didn't even know I had that until

You made it [something] came out with

Oh you want some of the South shit?

Well let me show you what the South is

You into sucking dick

Well I'm into getting rich

We could make a good team

Put your money where your mouth is

[Chorus]

[Yelawolf - Verse 3]

I roll out in a t-top two seater

Looking like an American missle seeker

Got back gat packs in my dungerees

Yeah I'ma light a fuse under the disbeliever

Say you don't give a shit, good

Cause I don't give two shits neither

You ready let it go, I'm already at your funeral

Walking with a rose like Wiz Khalifa

Yessir, I'm bonafied

I'mma go ahead and live cause I know I'm gonna die

And if you wanna live baby get up in the whip

Baby I don't know what I can give but I know I'm gonna try

Whatever it is girl you know I'm gonna vibe

But you know thats a fib yeah, you know thats a lie

What if I buy you drive through Popeye's?

Do you want it grilled or do you want it fried?

Ah, I'm doing this like I knew I would

And you did too, so you knew you I did

If I never got a co-sign I'll be at your throat

Cus I'm dope and it don't matter who I'm with

Reppin' that area code 256

White trash girls wink with blue eyelids

Because they know Yelawolf can't be fucked with

But it don't take an asshole to see that shit

[Chorus]