Honey Hole Lyrics by Yelawolf & J. Michael Phillips
I ain’t doing no more running
unless I’m running for that money
Told y’all boys I was coming
Sipping whiskey 100
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
Flip flops and some tube socks
I been on the porch servin’ all night
Got the forest and a whole flock
Couldn’t make the call
You just a mascot
Hype man, *** around,
Get shot
Loaded *** I’m on
Wasn’t born rich
Bring it home and feed it to my whole click
(Slum Gang)
Everybody eating
Got it out the mud
Yeah we from the sticks (sticks)
*** we been the plug (plug)
Me and Cat Fish (Billy)
‘Bout to fry it up
Whip it like some grits
Till the day I die
I’m on my country ***
I ain’t doing no more running
unless I’m running for that money
Told y’all boys I was coming
Sipping whiskey 100
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro, fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
You already know
I need that turquoise, them snake skins, that that gold, whoa
That honey hole
Vintage expensive, *** designer clothes, hoes
Knock on that door
She smell that cologne, that *** hit the floor party
Yea gangsters, of love and danger, yes and thank you
Then I change her but it ain’t no running
*** you was saying something
Poppers on a Chevy, that 808 had it coming, yeah
Father my trail your crumbing
Fool I’ll take you to school too but
I ain’t doing no more running
unless I’m running for that money
Told y’all boys I was coming
Sipping whiskey 100
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass pro, fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole
Got that Bass Pro fishing pole
Take me to that honey hole