good to go lyrics – yelawolf

“good to go”
(feat. bun b)

[chorus:]
good to go [x4]
fresh kicks (all day)
new fits (all right)
drop hits (all day)
then party (all night)
good to go [x4]
fresh kicks (all day)
new fits (all right)
drop hits (all day)
then party (all night)

[yelawolf:]
walk wit a limp, and i talk wit a lingo
party with a bunch of bad girls in a pinto
run up on a motherf*cker wit a dull pencil
sharpen up a #2 on his new benzo
hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo
put the b*ss in your face, you can feel the tempo
yela’s in your face, grab a stencil
you should wanna get a copy of the style
i’ll lend yo *ss, the man so bad
from alabama with banjo c*cked back
swing b*ss like i’m rambo fix that
i don’t wanna hear sh*t buddy that’s that
can’t get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go
send me ya telephone number b*tch, maybe when i’m ready to roll i’ll hit you wit the totem pole
but right now i’m

[chorus]

[bun b:]
well boy you wanna do this sh*t, well lets get to it
you already know imma run right through it
i’m just like fluid, artifact like water
come on be real i go a little harder
hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
put it on a plate imma serve ya order
line em up, put em in place for the slaughter
game over by the end of 1st quarter
wake up hater rise and shine
i’m a start when you riding pine
i got yo main girl riding mine
her face in my lap as i recline
it’s grinding time and i declare
i’ll run my fingers through her hair
i run these streets like marathon
you can’t touch me like hammer, gone

[chorus]

[yelawolf:]
don’t you know i got bun b in my front seat and we got these
(poppers on the chrome)
one time for ya boy pimp c
(pocket full of stones)
i gotta pocket full of stones cause i fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants
i rock a microphone literally, lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans
pop a band, put a stack on it i’ll water his plants like aquaman
make a rapper run back to the studio retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
i’ll be d*mned, catfish billy, you don’t wanna run if ya rhythm ain’t ready
sin syllables, beats edible, incredible, inevitably, go!

[chorus]

/ yelawolf lyrics