Chevy Thang

Ridin' in that Chevy thang
Steering wheel made of grain
Crusin classics only homie
Gotta fill it behind the plate

Pussy wanna violate
Must be trying to die today
Watch em all run when
I grip my gun and slide them brakes

Ridin' in that Chevy thang
Steering wheel made of grain
Crusin classics only homie
Gotta fill it behind the plate

Pussy wanna violate
Must be trying to die today
Watch em all run when
I grip my gun and slide them brakes

Ridin in that Chevy thang
Gotta let my speakers bang
Never drive her in the rain
Shining like a pinky rang
Try me and I'll leak ya brain
Tried to get himself a name
Fuck the fame
Livin good
Stomach full
I'm eating mane
While you spittin' struggle bars
I'm ripping in this muscle car
Siete Uno Chevrolet
Livin proof that the hustle hard
Layin back but on my guard
Incase I gotta pull a card
Aimin at your face
You're laid to waste
When the gun discharge
I Ain't trying to see the yard
Dump the clutch and skirt out
So much smoke you
Think the neighborhood
Just fuckin burnt down
Careful with your words now
Don't get yourself urred out
Posted on the news with
The bullet holes all blurred out
Heavy Chevy with the
4 hundred twenty
Seven is my engine selection
Cam chopping when I'm revving
I got a presence
And I know it's something
Y'all love to hate
I don't give a fuck still riding in that Chevy thang

Ridin in that Chevy thang
Steering wheel made of grain
Crusin classics only homie
Gotta fill it behind the plate

Pussy wanna violate
Must be trying to die today
Watch em all run when
I grip my gun and slide them brakes

Ridin' in that Chevy thang
Steering wheel made of grain
Crusin' classics only homie
Gotta fill it behind the plate

Pussy wanna violate
Must be trying to die today
Watch em all run when
I grip my gun and slide them brakes

Ridin in that Chevy still
Puffin on that steady kill
Had to get it how I live
So then I went and flipped a bill
On the table made the deal
Went real sour I know the drill
Hittin cowards with the power
Setting fire my tires peel
Out the bitch I'm on the go
Hear the click when I close the door
Made some ghosts up out of foes
Driver seat I lay real low
You see me coming
I know you know
Only here to get my dough
Keep my collections
My main attention
And then I watch em grow
Now I'm good to roll
Still need to slap some
Paint up on the side
You hear me thumping down the Street you better go and run and hide
Terminator in the whip
I'm calculated and cold blooded
Ain't no one to fuck with
Used to push a rusted bucket
But I'm back swerving hurting feelings
Curb appealing
Murkin peeling
Out cant match my route
Fuck around I'll pull the ratchet out
Until then I'm getting paid and
I'm gonna let my nuts hang
Hitting bends inside of my Motherfuckin Chevy thang



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Writer(s): Ryan Ring
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