WTF
YelaWolf & DJ Muggs Lyrics

You know
I want to make sure you understand

What the fuck
What the hell

Yeah
Yes

Ground zero, Mile Zero, let me get this started
Starting from scratch, let me begin

Like a Pinto sitting instrumental, mentally charging
Like a parked car, I'm mentally preparing

Pull up my astral music, no need for wires and a
I bring my spiritual music without any physical connections

Mic cord, bouncing like mattresses stuck inside a moving
My microphone cord is moving like a mattress in a truck

Truck, stumbling drunk, I talk, took up and ran down a ravine
Drunk and stumbling, I ran down a steep slope while talking

In a stream, I cr-cr-crawled in it wet, drip
I crawled in a wet stream, dripping

Yeah, young boy drip
Yes, I have a flashy style like a young boy

I do that shit for me like tattoos on the inner lip
I pursue my passions for myself, like hidden tattoos inside my mouth

Oh, go on, flex on 'em, Catfish
Keep showing off and impressing others, like a Catfish

Carry heavy weight but sell you light, like a fat bitch
I carry a lot of responsibility but make it seem easy, like a confident person

Yeah, pick up the slab like a repo
I take control like a repossession

Blow out your candles, sell your light like Home Depot
I extinguish your success and sell you a false sense of accomplishment like a hardware store

Cover my body, everything else is subject to chains
I protect myself, and everything else is controlled by external forces

Still flipping styles up in Wal-Mart, I'm accustomed to change
I continue to change my style, like a vendor in a retail store

Flipping, a hustler born into this frame
Changing and adapting is how I survive

Given God's main mission, manifestation of my brain's vision
I have a divine purpose and my thoughts become reality

Mind's eye, cat before fish because of nine lives
I see things clearly, like a cat with nine lives

Fish 'cause I'm swimming too deep, I jump out the pond, fly
I explore deep waters like a fish, but I can also rise above and fly

Into the ocean, ocean of thoughts pouring in, Mom, why?
Diving into a sea of thoughts, I wonder why, Mom

She curated this Slumerican like a bonsai
She carefully crafted this cultural mix like a bonsai tree

Trimming buds, from every leaf into the limb because
Removing unnecessary elements to focus on the core

I'm a flower child, she got the green thumb
I'm a free-spirited person, and she has a natural talent for nurturing

Position myself with the stars, and I'm unorthodox, I'm more than rock
I align myself with successful people, and I'm unconventional, I'm exceptional

Between the stars I'm in that Goldilocks
Among the stars, I'm in the perfect spot

Between the stars I'm on that mothership with Elon, yeah, be done
Among the stars, I'm on a futuristic spaceship with Elon Musk, yeah, it's impressive

Sipping udon with Jimmy Neutron
Drinking udon soup with a fictional genius character

Tripping on peyote with nothing but my boots on
Experiencing hallucinations while only wearing boots

Yeah, nothing but my boots on, looking down at y'all next to that blue pond
Yeah, standing tall with just my boots on, observing you all near the blue pond

(Oh) I mean it
I truly mean what I say

(What the fuck) I mean it
What the hell, I mean it

(Yeah) I mean it
Yes, I genuinely mean it

(Oh) I mean it
I truly mean what I say

(Slum) I mean it, oh
I absolutely mean it, representing my Slumerican label

Yeah, whiskey all in my Lamberdoux
Yeah, whiskey is all over my luxurious car

Pills in my system, this Vicodin's like a river too
I have drugs in my system, and this Vicodin is powerful

Floatin' down the Chattahooch'
Floating down the Chattahoochee River

A thousand PBRs couldn't can like I can, chew, spit aluminum
I have a strong ability to chew and spit metal, even more so than a thousand PBR beers

U-F-O's, extra-terrestr'al, we're criminals, too
We are like aliens, out of this world, and we engage in illegal activities as well

Literally a subliminal too, petrol
Even my subtlety is powerful, like gasoline

Gasoline 'em for miles, I got a tank for dreamers
I fuel them with inspiration, I have a limitless supply for dreamers

Fill up on Pro-7, spiritual hippie window cleaners
Drink Pro-7 (a type of alcohol) and become a spiritual, free-spirited cleaner

Squeaky and you're good to go, if I'm rambling
Once you're squeaky clean, you're ready to move forward, even if I'm talking excessively

Just take what you need, 'Have a good day, fucker, now hit the road'
Just take what you require and leave, 'Have a nice day, jerk, now leave'

Down the hatch, I'm pulling pins up out grenades
I'm taking risks and causing problems

I ain't dropping battle raps, I'm more like wind up in the shade
I'm not engaging in lyrical battles, I'm more relaxed in the shade

A cool breeze in the winter when you're soaking wet and freezing
I bring comfort in difficult times, like a cool breeze in the winter

No mercy for you suckers, starting shit without a reason
I have no compassion for those causing trouble for no reason

That's a good buzz kicking, smoking like bologna in the
That's a great feeling, smoking like a sausage in the

Bar room kitchen, cigarette butt flicking (oh)
In a bar's kitchen, flicking cigarette butts (oh)

Butt flicking
Flicking cigarette butts

And it's up yours like a beer in the butt, chicken (oh)
And it's up yours, similar to a beer in a chicken's rear end (oh)

Beer in the butt, chicken?
Putting a beer in a chicken's rear end?

I cleaned the plate, it's too late, go bus dishes
I finished the task, it's too late, go clean the dishes