Yelawolf, Machine Gun Kelly & DJ Paul – Rowdy lyrics

If you rowdy, say you rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I’m from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I’m from a city that is rowdy, rowdy..

Catfish Billy
Comin’ straight out of Alabama
Yeah, that side of town
With the bootleggin’ to minors, hammers
Flip flop on the paint job like your mama’s sandals
Prepared, got my clique, homie, I’m cockin’ hammers
You pop out my lane, doggie
I drive a van and slam into your Phantom
Take a can of paint and vandalize your camper
L-A-M to the E

F**k the police
Bangin’ inside the Chevy Caprice
N.W.A, I’m from the trap
Not from a little house on the prairie, yeah
Mama used to whoop that backside
I took that Bible belt
Ever since then, it’s been
Yes ma’am, and, Mama, how can I help
Take a bucket to the well
Bringin’ water to the house
Get your a** off of the couch
B****, I grew up in the South
PBJ and paper towels
Mama never did get child
Support for the boy, but I was never let down
She was choppin’ up the pounds
So I learned how to double up on an ounce

F**kin’ kids these days
Y’all got some lip these days
Poppin’ Xannies and rappin’, go to your crib and play
Put that back in your fanny pack, we don’t pistol wave
So don’t get mad if you get hit when that s**t ricochets

No need to be macho, I put on a rock show
You may see some albino gorillas from the Congo
You may see some black folks
From the projects flexin’ all gold
Disrespect the culture, motherf**ker, then we all go
Jump in that Slumerican moshpit and bury that nonsense
Take a shot of Creek Water
And get with the chaotic order of my clique
Whether I’m droppin’ a pop hit or mobbin’ with Three Six
I got my city on my back, a crown for a hat
I’m a king where I sit, I’m ’bout it

If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I’m from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I’m from a city that is rowdy, rowdy..

I bought a ’53 Pontiac and then I got a guitar to match it
Everythin’ manual except for the semi-automatic, huh
Pull up in traffic, my passengers look like a beauty pageant
Pupils is bigger than tennis rackets
Went from Oodles of Noodles to Cobb salads
Now I’m mob status, uh

F**k fame, what you sayin’ these ain’t games
Don’t be playin’ with my motherf**kin’ name, ho’
Top Gun, never run, b****, I’m maverick on the bike
Magic with the pipe, f**k her, make her cym
She want a star, I’m a rock and roller
But my jewelry alone is a supernova
Got these glasses on me like I’m in the solar
Ain’t nobody colder, call that bipolar
Tell them, Bye, b** hes, I ain’t Casanova
I’m a rollin’ stone, gotta meet a quota
Drank the bar until all that they had was soda

‘Bout it, ’bout it like I’m from the Nolia
I’m a motherf**kin’ soldier
Always rollin’ up the doja
Maintain composure
Nickname King Cobra
Came from workin’ at the store but
These brown bags not Krogers
The green leaves not clovers
Lucky Charms with the Folgers
Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight
Ridin’ by the lake, double X’s on my license plate
Big bass, so they know I’m in the place
So if they wanna hate, say it to my face then

If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I’m from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I’m from a city that is rowdy, rowdy..