Box Chevy

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Yelawolf and I feel like a king in (My box Chevy)
Tell them otha wack muthafucks get that (pine box ready)
Catfish Billy is (deadly)
Don't get slapped wit' da (medley)
Still sippin' on Jack D 'til my neck and my head start feelin' (heavy)

Doin' 125 down I-29, really think I need to start slowin' down
But I cain't 'cause I got a pretty little blonde thing stittin' to my right that's blowin' me now
Ooh, yea, she (headin' me)
I think her name might be (Becky)
I was bout to drop her off but I had to switch lanes to get da brain she (Necked me)
Aw naw, do you come in two's
Please choose a couple lil friends that can hoppy in tha cruise

Now we goin' (steady)
But I'm not lookin' for (longevity)
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights trough the dash, I'm nice to ride past

My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)

Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' over to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)

Fuck a limousine, I'd rather ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Ridin' 85 northbound shakin' doors down
So I turn tha speakers louder, pissin' off polices

Fuck a 5-star chick, got a porn-star bitch ridin' shotgun wit' me gettin' so wet
Now she goin' down on me, givin' road head, busted on her forehead, then I took her back to the homestead, peace
Back in the caprice, took a sack of weed and crumpled it inside a Conyak, blunt rack
Then it's time to jump back on the highway, 85, slumpin' in my seat like I'm hunchback
And my Chevy lookin' so dope, old school vo's on it, got it floatin' like a row boat
Gold flakes and tha candy paint drippin on the road, drivin' slow like a mothafuckin' show boat

Hoe don't act like you don't hear me comin', I got the [?] and it's comin' out the clarion
12's in the trunk, flatscreen TV's in the headrest with Somethin' About Marry on, carry on
I be turnin' heads every time, when they see me in the Chevy man they said that she carstruck
And I'm far from hauled up, sup with trippin' like a bitch, now get in the car slut, you know you wanna ride

My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)

Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' over to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)

Yea, in the tha background with a six-pack now and I'm out lookin' for a tha (ladies)
Peanut butter seats, have seat girl, my peanut butter needs (jelly)
I'll chase you like (jelly)
If you ain't afraid to get (messy)
If you know the game then I'll let you call the shots like a referee, yeah

Now I'm drinkin' a deuce deuce, swig it slow
Feelin' like I'm deuce deuce bigalow
Pick a bitch like I pick a piccolo
Go anywhere you wanna go, pick a road
Interstate 59, 20, 75, 285, 85 southbound
Twin pipes like pow pow
Hunnid spokes on the vo's like wow, wow, wow

My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)

Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' over to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy, Chevy, Chevy, Chevy)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Wayne Atha, William Booker Washington, Matt Hayes
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