I Wish

Chill chill chill let them rhyme man

You know what it do man

Just sit back relax

Yelawolf what up

Raekwon in the building

I'm Alabama's own buddy

Flinstone Caprice 1987 cuddi

Backyard moonshine steel

Methadone laboratory real

Can I keep it crystal clear

Chipped tooth type of people

Illiterate pigs

Who wanna see you killed type of evil

Confederate flags I see them

In a truck with the windows down

Why is he playing Beanie Siegel

Cause his daddy was a dope man

Lynard Skynard didn't talk about

Moving keys of coke man

Aingt no such thing as a free bird

Billy's got that street work

And he's packing a nasty heater

Trailer home trap spot

Chevys on the center blocks

Still doing donuts

In the gravel parking lot

Gold ropes cousins in a group home

And he knows every word to every Yelawolf song bitch

I wish a mother Ficka would

Tell me that I aingt hip hop

B**ch you aingt hip hop

I wish a mother Ficka would

Tell me that my shit gonna flop

B**ch your shit gonna flop

I wish a motherFicker would

Tell me that I aingt hip hop

B**ch you aingt hip hop

I wish a motherFicker would

Hell naw

I wish a motherFicker would

Now let me tell you something youngsters

I'm never gunna sell you something

Unless it's that snow white

We might mail you something

Me I'm straight raw hood with it

Be at your door quick

Four on your jaw

I got a new lick

My click a murderer niggas who love hip hop

You Fick with Yelawolf and them niggas

Your head going pop

I'm just sincere fresh cut

All up in the leer listen

Yo leave them alone

He brought me along

Rap he got it

I'm the crew pilot

Flying trains planes automobiles

We bout it bout it

Yo Wolf I think they got you twisted flow

I got the biscuit on me spit in his face

I'm bout to piss on homie

You could call us Shaolin

Where niggas get drunk

And hold me down my nigga

Yelawolf Alabama's vandal

Scramble this is the true ramble

Aye yo give them yo' handle though

I wish a mother Ficka would

Tell me that I aingt hip hop

Bitch you aingt hip hop

I wish a mother Ficka would

Tell me that my shit gonna flop

Bitch your shit gonna flop

I wish a motherFicker would

Tell me that I aingt hip hop

Bitch you aingt hip hop

I wish a motherFicker would

Hell naw

I wish a motherFicker would

Preshate it Rea

Sling shot me in quick

Like Talledega Motor Speed Way

King shit blue ribbon rap

Baking sodas on the kitchen rack

Chef what you need these fiends gotta itchy back

Get busy crack

I'll be in the cut just call me Mr. Is he back

And you don't gotta call my black

I got direction

I'm a road map I'm an almanac

I'm in awe of these hogs who call on rap to ball and brag

Fick all of that

WUTANGS's in Bama bitchGet a grip handle it

Yelas in the revival tent

Vandalist evangelist daddies got the cannabis

Make a wish the candles lit

White boys follow this

Mamas thirtyeightsix

Longrange hollow tips

Trash huffing glue you build a airline

I wish a mother Ficka would

Tell me that I aingt hip hop

B**ch you aingt hip hop

I wish a mother Ficka would

Tell me that my shit gonna flop

B**ch your shit gonna flop

I wish a motherFicker would

Tell me that I aingt hip hop

B**ch you aingt hip hop

I wish a motherFicker would

Hell naw

I wish a motherFicker would

I wish a motherFicker would

I wish a motherFicker would

I wish a motherFicker would

I wish a motherFicker would

I wish a motherFicker would

I wish a motherFicker would

I wish a motherFicker would