Lyrics No Such Thing As Free - Yelawolf
Uh,
peep
me
in
a
Jeep
two
deep
It's
just
me
and
my
heat,
y'all
wanna
take
anything,
leave
boy
sleep
No
such
thing
as
free,
uh
Folk
act
tough
but
they
ain't
got
shit
on
me
(Woo)
Rappers
all
good
but
they
ain't
got
shit
on
me
Trunk
Muzik
Shit,
you
can
bump
to
it
Pull
her
up
to
it
Try
me
one
time
and
you
can't
undo
it
They
ain't
got
shit
on
me
Trunk
Muzik,
huh
Rappers
all
good
but
they
ain't
got
shit
on
me
Motherfuckers
need
to
quit
talking
all
that
crazy
shit
How
much
girls,
drugs
they
got
Give
a
fuck
about
none
of
that
shit
Ayy,
I
don't
care
how
much
dope
you
selling
You
should
care
more
about
the
hoes
that
you
telling
Dirt,
leather
soft,
I'm
repping
Always
gotta
ride
with
a
weapon
Spent
too
much
time
outside
with
the
felons
Daddy
was
an
outlaw,
ride
with
the
eightball
Guns
in
the
ride,
we
ain't
talking
about
paintball
Don't
mean
I
won't
get
in
the
paint
Know
last
rapper
that
I
came
for
got
mangled
(Got
mangled)
Left
him
bloody
in
the
streets,
paramedic
company
That's
a
pair
of
scary
crackers,
your
cup
of
tea
Cunt,
you
were
smiling,
try
not
fuck
with
me,
yeah
Yelawolf,
black
sheep
Blacking
out
on
sleep
Blackout
curtains
for
the
heat
Black
is
what
is
underneath
Try
to
come
swim
with
the
shark
But
the
water
is
getting
too
deep
And
I
gotta
get
in
my
feast
I
get
ahead
of
myself
when
I
talk
about
y'all
Like
you
know
I
got
the
skill
to
compete
Still
I
don't
miss
a
beat,
riding
with
Pistol
Pete
Two
felonies
and
a
misdeme'
Study
the
folks
who
tried
me
before
you
'Cause
like
them
you
gonna
be
history
Trunk
Muzik
Shit,
you
can
bump
to
it
Pull
a
little
umph
to
it
Try
me
one
time
and
you
can't
undo
it
No
such
thing
as
free,
uh
Trunk
Muzik,
uh
Rappers
all
cool
but
they
ain't
got
shit
on
me
But
they
ain't
got
shit
on
Doobie!
Peep
me
in
my
bag
like
a
basket
of
Peeps
Off
of
cocaine
and
an
Advil
relief
Y'all
cannot
fool
me,
boy,
I
laugh
to
the
bank
I'm
the
shit
with
the
stain
Riding
around
in
a
tank
in
a
tanktop
Knife
on
my
leg,
hoping
one
of
y'all
namedrop
Fuck
what
you
heard,
we
them
boys
and
you
ain't
hot
Fuck
what
you
heard,
we
them
boys
and
you
ain't
hot
Watch
'em
pop
up
out
the
blue,
that's
a
Percocet
Tryna
stay
cool
but
it's
hot
in
this
turtleneck,
ooh
I
hurdle
a
herd
of
sheep
in
my
sleep
Before
I
woke
up
in
bed,
I
took
a
leak
Bedwetter,
trendsetter
Dead
center
of
the
attention
and
finna
get
better
Turn
that
pussy
into
wet
weather
Is
it
hailing
or
it's
meth
weather?
Why
do
you
inhale
it?
It
make
the
sex
better
Huffing
a
line,
covered
in
hives
Walking
on
glass,
breaking
the
ice
Money
got
me
rolling
like
dice
Molly
got
me
rolling
like
dice
Paid
the
price,
I
gave
my
life
My
heart
and
soul,
I
won
the
fight
We
on
a
roll,
I'm
on
a
roll
I'm
rolling
by,
four
front
tires,
so
inspired
Raised
the
bar,
I'm
on
the
rise,
it's
Trunk
Muzik
Shit,
you
can
bump
to
it
Pull
her
up
to
it
Try
me
one
time
and
you
can't
undo
it
No
such
thing
as
free,
uh
Trunk
Muzik,
uh
Rappers
all
cool
but
they
ain't
got
shit
on
me
Yeah,
check
out
my
boots,
bitch
Hahahaha
Yeah
I
just
left
a
thrift
shop
with
a
Ziploc
full
of
new
rings
Got
a
few
things
for
the
miss
I
got
no
bling
on
the
wristwatch
That
denim
vest,
put
that
top
rock
Of
that
vintage
New
York
hip-hop
Where
the
funk
at?
Y'all
lost
that
Too
much
trap,
not
enough
style
Too
much
go,
not
enough
slow
Too
much
blow,
not
enough
pot
Two
months
ago
now
it's
old
school
I'm
like,
fuck
that
shit,
no,
it's
not
Look,
you
don't
want
it
with
the
posse,
pussy
Not
me,
try
me,
push
me
Pull
up
on
your
fucking
block,
we
mopping
Got
you
sloppy,
gushy
Mafia,
mafia,
Slumerican
is
the
mafia
And
I
am
not
being
cocky
but
Slumerican
is
unstoppable
Give
a
fuck
'bout
that
Glock
you
tote
Even
my
mama
got
pistols
You
should
be
more
afraid
of
Mama
Wolf
If
you
let
that
clip
go
Gang,
gang
Never
snorted
Columbian,
bang,
bang
But
I
snorted
enough
glue
to
knock
a
few
screws
loose
And
the
rails
up
off
my
train
That
Ozzy
Osbourne,
why's
he
always
going?
Lying
ass
rappers,
not
a
rider,
boy
I'm
a
rider
for
the
music
I
perform
Got
another
tour,
know
what
I
did
it
for?
Family
handing
me
bills
Enemies
handing
me
grills
Can
I
be
young
and
concealed?
Know
I'm
an
animal
seer
Only
presented
with
thrills
So
don't
pretend
to
be
real
Rappers
are
getting
you
killed
Punking
you
out
of
a
deal
Suckered
you
out
of
the
bill
Then
owe
the
real
thing
I'm
the
real
thing
I
will
kill
dreams
Freddy
Krueger
with
the
Ruger
pumped
into
you
What's
the
music?
Trunk
Muzik
1 Over Here
2 Addiction
3 Over Again
4 All the Way Up
5 Box Chevy 6
6 We Slum
7 No Such Thing As Free
8 Trailer Park Hollywood
9 Like I Love You
10 Special Kind of Bad
11 Catfish Billy 2
12 Tm3
13 Rowdy
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