Trans Am
[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Yo, white powder gave a bunch of runny noses on the front row with the shoulder with the cr*p wheels
Trying to cut it like a sawmil eyes, baby blue like the not Carolina tar heels
She put a leg out like the letter R, still hands on the side with the broad hips
We’re all hot, but, imma have to leave her outside cause I got a full house like a car deal
Can’t be romantic, with a seat no handle, just please no candids
No cameras, please no sandwich, but, I’m still hungry so please no panties
Your friends so lame and so conservative, she’s so granny
I don’t got hard candy in a bowl, but, yo I got two bar xannies
Catfish is stupid, I don’t both hunt but, this money’s cupid
And I wanna found this human, invest in the chest like I run a union
She sip the brown liquor quicker quicker now huney’s ruined
This bunny’s clueless but, she’s all straight and that onion’s bloomin’
She called me a mad [?], and asked me two drink for my shoe
Let me tell you that I didn’t even waste non, Versace hills taste good too
I devour that sh*t them hourglass hips but, I’m runnin’ out of time, that’s quicksand
I ain’t really got no big plans get the kids in, we can switch hands like a wristband
[Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf]
Look I don’t know a lot of f**kin’ sh*t man
I don’t know a lot of f**kin’ sh*t man
Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I just shook a lot of f**kin’ hands man
I just shook a lot of f**kin’ hands man
Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
[Pre-Chorus: Yelawolf]
Look I don’t know a lot of f**kin’ sh*t man
Look I don’t know a lot of f**kin’ sh*t man
Peddle that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I just shook a lot of f**kin’ hands man
I just shook a lot of f**kin’ hands man
Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Yea, Trans Am
Used to be bricks under the apollo, now I holla yea from the T tops of a Trans Am
[Outro: Yelawolf]
