Testo Tat shop Yelawolf

Tat shop

At the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another for my old homies
Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

Yeah, washin' the money, I'm doin' the laundry
Ain't come out of Palm Beach
Where a million dollars was in arm's reach
Come from a city
Where oxycontin turned a lot of people into zombies
Where you can't even buy a charm piece
Without someone ringing the alarm, pl?ase
Now I got the car keys
And my homi?, Kilo, in the car seat
Tryin' not to fall victim
To a long list of my city RIPs
Momma said I should've stayed home
With my eyes stayin' on the wide screen
But I stay with a homie with the red flag
And he ain't a right wing
Peace to the gods, cowboy hat
Wanna draw on me, strap make 'em reach for the stars
Homeboy still tryna reach through the bars
So I made one call, told me do the cause
Outlined chalk
Only thing y'all gon' get tryna come be beefin' with ours
Seen through the tough talk, weed through the mudwater
Somehow, I remain king through it all
Recall, days I was in dazed, on free fall
I ain't even have change for a meatball
At the Days Inn, days on grease ball
Then I turned me the page, I'm done waitin'
So much weight, should stay at the default
When you work this hard, man, they can't discard ya
'cause they know you came for the result, okay, okay?

At the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another for my old homies
Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

Yeah, at the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"
Your baby momma lookin', she gon' put that skull on me
Guaranteed, vampire on my neck, she bury teeth
Married me, divorce her by sunrise, every week
She gon' need to cool down, know that I got fans by her
I put it down, I stick it up, she put them hands higher
Boss, I got you, I'm a boss when I say "and hired"
Recruit the soldier, roll her over, and fired
Player, player, playboy, never rock a suit and tie
But I valet that pussy, park you with my eighty-five
Oh, that's a pro, off the hook, like a coat
I don't pass out none of my digits, just the tickets to my show
Mucho mucho, thank you much, ATL, I got the cuts
Sneaky freaky 'bout that love, I don't want love, I want a slut
Be my ace, be my queen, be my anything I need
And I may put your initials on my skin, permanently, permanently

At the tat shop, told 'em "put a skull on me"
One for my haters and another for my old homies
Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me