I Ain't Goin' Out Like That

Catfish
Cinder blocks hold up the Porche.
Grandpa, grandpa hold up the fort.
Billy's got the ball on an open court.
Rolling dope as a summer time sport.
Hold up! I'm on the hill.
If you shake it up, better let it chill.
Creekwater still spills.
Baby's gotta eat so I steal that meal.
Rap with a steel shield
Pedal the big wheel
Kind of a big deal
Black like a wet seal
White like an X pill
Fight like a trailer park, boy!
Raw best still
Look for the best deal
Look no further
I put habaneros on your hamburger.
I pull bow and arrows out on you,
You would think it's murder.
Leave me with your bitch in a mini-skirt and I might serve her.
Park on the curber!
Treat tha beat like a pervert.
Fuck it, eat it, beat it,
See us like a cleavage on a scenic route through my city
I bleed it, believe it I breathe it harder.
Mama!
Pick up hella weed and
Hello papa
Tis' the season.
Mine is comin', his is leavin'.
Sally ain't looking good, what's she breathin'?
Meth addicts, dead rabbits.
Come up! But I'm good at it.
Pull out the needles, let me see if I can leave them tatted.
I got that shit, excellent homie
Yall be cheatin habit
To avenues cuts alleyways
Dirtroads paddle boats
Paddle through lake Havasu a fork!
Still got a duffel bag in the trunk.If I'm going out, I'm going out with a honk.
Who, what, when, where? Buddy I'll be there.
Watch my PawPaw pull a sawed off out of the rocking chair.
I don't know how to stop it, stop where? Here?
Alright, cool. I guess I'll leave it there, dude.
Now pick it up!
Moonshine in the noon time, give me the hiccitup.
Stick it up. Baby, you just ain't thick enough.
Put a brick in your butt, let's thicken it up.
That's how we live it up.
Just moving weight, call it and pick the kitties up.
Sit in this pick up truck.
Let's go hit the city, slut.
808 and I can give you many nuts.
Vibrate on a highway. that's Catfish Billy love!
Go on pop a pilly I'm a toon like I'm mitted up.
On a mushroom my platoon let's kitt it up.
Gitty up, gitty up.
Horsey I'll rock your pretty up.
Idiot shooter took a loan from a loan shark.
You owe me money as soon as the fucking song starts.
I am a drunk dart, don't walk in front of it.
Don't be a football to the booth that I pun it with.
Nice kick. Field goal!
I spit ice picks... CYPRESS HILL, bro!
That's some tight shit, but that's what I'm here for!
Yelawolf, Ghetto vision
WE AIN'T GOING OUT LIKE THAT
Yeah, Rosenberg, tell em
WE AIN'T GOIN OUT LIKE THAT
We ain't goin out...
Yeah, super hot beats
WE AIN'T GOIN OUT LIKE THAT
We ain't goin out...
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WE AIN'T GOIN OUT LIKE THAT
Holler at G



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Writer(s): Gene Griffin, William Aquart
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