Yelawolf & DJ Paul
Lucchese
[Intro: Badd Wolf]
Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese)
I got a stick, if a b*t*h try to play me (play me)
If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box
I'm Slumerican till that casket f**kin' drop

[Verse 1: Badd Wolf]
Yela told me to get em then I got em
Motherf**ker you don’t want this problem
Don’t make me pop the trunk, b*t*h
Glocks, got the extended clip
It won’t jam, it won't miss
Better hide your wife, hide your kids
Boogeyman, with the fendi drip
Post that shot, on my lid
Slumerican fashion
I heard your b*t*h askin’
He fresh to death, casket
Killin sh*t like Carole Baskin
Never hide it in the mattress
They got my mama’s address
I dip across the atlas
I’m in the game, f**k practice
If you wanna f**k with me
It’s gonna cost a fee
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t own a Jesus piece
F**k your opinion, you’re not cut game
You’re just a minion
Im Rick Flair, I’m worth the miz
I’m bout the bread, like a Sicilian

[Hook: Badd Wolf , Yelawolf]
(Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese))
We some low fashion killers yeah drive a b*t*h crazy
(I gotta stick, if a b*t*h try to play me (play me))
Stick okay sick Paw paw paw like a mace, mace
(If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box)
If I pull up in that box well then you know I'm ready to rob motherf**kers
(I'm Slumerican till that casket f**kin' drops)
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah making magic in that boiling water
I done see so many trap houses that I should've got me a name tag
I've been Wayne push, take a major order
Gave em a plug when they here to drop
And it ain't evil what I'm about
Just a brother helping out my brother but he still do me a quarter pound
I smoked up a ounce in the meantime, I didn't even sell one dime
Stayed an á la brocante lab-rat one in the maze of my mind
I got to get to that cheese boy, eating this government cheese boy?
Got dressed with the [?] boy, got blessed like a sneeze boy
Not stressed, not the least boy
Millionaires ain't in my skull
I'm talking after the bees boy, like a bear to the honey comb
Got the paws up, claws out, from under the roof of a small house with no heat, and a old couch
To a drop chevy, rolling out
[Hook: Badd Wolf, Yelawolf]
(Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese))
We some low fashion killers yeah drive a b*t*h crazy
(I gotta stick, if a b*t*h try to play me (play me))
Stick okay sick Paw paw paw like a mace, mace
(If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box)
If I pull up in that box well then you know I'm ready to rob motherf**kers
(I'm Slumerican till that casket f**kin' drops)
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot

[Outro: Yelawolf]
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot, hot
Badd Wolf, Yelawolf
Slumafia Gang