Lyrics:

Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
And pass that jack

I see you bitches talkin loud, but you aint sayin shit
Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit
You aint from my city, you dont know about this
You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You aint ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You aint ready for it bitch


I already got 2 cars in a yard that dont run
So why would I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
Here the king if archery come
With a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If Im not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really youre kiddin
Bitch Im the prodigal son
And Im stuntin like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkin like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And Im in a blue Chevy runnin over motherfuckers in first
I aint even shift gears yet,
I aint even here yet Im outta this earth, right ,yeah hoe
But I just hit the surface and Im about to walk into a bank,
Wit a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb,
And I hit the syrup and Im feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You dont wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog

I see you bitches talkin loud, but you aint sayin shit
Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit
You aint from my city, you dont know about this
You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! Yeah hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You aint ready for it bitch
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You aint ready for it bitch

Bitch please, you dont want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
Im up in the building
Preaching to my children
I dont be taking no shit from you haters
Youll make me hurt one of your feelings
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick your face up off the floor
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, Im worser, Ill hurt you
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My nigga, Im a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes
You aint ready for it bitch!

I see you bitches talkin loud, but you aint sayin shit
Get the fuck from round here, you dont rep my shit
You aint from my city, you dont know about this
You dont want that drama, you aint ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! Yeah hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You aint ready for it bitch
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You aint ready for it bitch
I see you bitches takin loud
But you dont want that shit

Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
You aint got the oomph youre a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent thats what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause youre kickin my seat
And Im tryin to the tell the cashier what I want!
They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle
And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face and
Tell the bitch Im a rapper, then I wrap her
In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK
You expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe
Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkin about buyin you some clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doors
Was locked, what about some shoes?
I thought, great I suppose
So I go to Payless but whatdo you know?
They didnt carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin toe tags on you motherfuckin ho bags
What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, thats why Im here
I dont got a rhyme book its more like a motherfuckin diary that diarrhea
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
About sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
So we dont gotta scream at you!
Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell them all to go get fucked
But Im never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up

I see you bitches takin loud
But you dont want that shit