Текст песни No Volume! - Yelawolf , Caskey

Aye yo I'd rather get my ass whooped than let you mother fuckers talk to me
I'm in the fast lane and I'ma let my money talk for me
It's a sack chase and you been at your momma house asleep
Man I make enough to buy my mom a new house every week

Just get the fuck up out the way
Yeah, money toast, people don't say nothing
(It's probably best you run away)
Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffing
(Just get the fuck up out the way)
Money toast, people don't say nothing
(It's probably best you run away)
Start a riot got the whole thing jumping

Aye, don't play with my intelligence
I killed a rapper once, now my closet full of skeletons
People mentioning my name cause they irrelevant
The car was black on black like it skin was full of melamine
Stay away from fuck shit
I'm celibate, my homies serve the pelicans and did that shit with elegance

Management took me to court they got a settlement
I paid it off, still ain't let it slow down my development
I paid the cost, to the boss, you ain't paid at all
I was you and looking in a mirror, I would hate it all
I ain't got no time to chill with broke boys I skated off
One look at you and it say it all

Aye, yo I'd rather get my ass whooped than let you mother fuckers talk to me
I'm in the fast lane and I'ma let my money talk for me
It's a sack chase and you been at your mommas house asleep
Man I make enough to buy my mom a new house every week
(Just get the fuck up out the way)
Yeah, money toast, people don't say nothing

(It's probably best you run away)
Ugh, should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffing
(Get the fuck up out the way)
Money toast people don't say nothing
(It's probably best you run away)
Ugh, start a riot got the whole thing jumping

Yeah, and Yelawolf I got, both lanes bumping
Got no stains in the seat, no grains 'cause they gettin' drop
911 with my old main woman
50k up in Chanel I'm in the old same clothing
Big talk, same motive
You a lame, can't quote em

You would swim, what's in my ship?
We ain't in the same ocean
I'ma skyscraper with the skyscraper crane holding
Fifty tons over your punk ass weak rap shoulders
I'ma southern God quoted, Sipping Patrick Van Winkle
Bitch the heat, from the swipe, left the credit card crinkled
Look, I don't give a fuck about no million dollar tinkle
I'ma faucet with this shit, I got billion dollar people

Boy you know the A.K.A
Bitch it's M.W.A
I done peddled to the top, I gave your bitch a bouquet
I done spit so many bars I should have nothing else to say
But its pop-pop-pop-pop never stop vocabulary

(Just get the fuck up out the way)
Yeah, money toast people don't say nothing
(It's probably best you run away)
Ugh, Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffing
(Just get the fuck up out the way)
(Yeah) Money talks people don't say nothing
(It's probably best you run away)
Ugh, start a riot got the whole thing jumping

(Black sheep)
(Yelawolf)
(Catfish)
(Billy Bitch)