Box Chevy
Walk straight from the late 80s to the 90s
Feelin' like a time machine, so rewind me
Take me back to another time
Another grind and another state of mind
I'm sittin' up high
Feelin' like royalty
26s and leather seats really spoil me
Bangin' at Don Quid
Blowin' some bomb weed
Custom grill on my car
Custom grill on my teeth
Man, the best you know is what I am
It's what my rims are sittin' in
I ain't gotta repeat it
Measure the tires, don't take a gene, yes
It's how I usually ride
But in this ride, you gotta ride high
I'ma pour up a deuce
All right, P.T.J., screw
When you get one of these Chevy's
I'll show you what to do
You see the paint drippin'
We think your eyes trippin'
Rollin' to the finish, see it in the distance
Pour it up, won't drip a bit
Chubby boy's pockets is just like the clumps is
Swervin' over bumps, hittin' in buttons
My car is just like Benjamin Button
Even though it's old school, shit look new
Custom grill make them haters wanna look too pro
Professional is what I am
It's what my rims are sittin' in
I ain't gotta repeat it
But what's sippin' is slow, I might repeat it
Man, professional is what I am
It's what my rims are sittin' in
Know you heard me repeat it
Measure the tires, don't take a G
It's how I usually ride
But in this ride, you gotta ride high
I'ma pour up a deuce
All right, P.T.J., screw
When you get one of these Chevy's, I'll show you what to do
Feelin' like a time machine, so rewind me
Take me back to another time
Another grind and another state of mind
I'm sittin' up high
Feelin' like royalty
26s and leather seats really spoil me
Bangin' at Don Quid
Blowin' some bomb weed
Custom grill on my car
Custom grill on my teeth
Man, the best you know is what I am
It's what my rims are sittin' in
I ain't gotta repeat it
Measure the tires, don't take a gene, yes
It's how I usually ride
But in this ride, you gotta ride high
I'ma pour up a deuce
All right, P.T.J., screw
When you get one of these Chevy's
I'll show you what to do
You see the paint drippin'
We think your eyes trippin'
Rollin' to the finish, see it in the distance
Pour it up, won't drip a bit
Chubby boy's pockets is just like the clumps is
Swervin' over bumps, hittin' in buttons
My car is just like Benjamin Button
Even though it's old school, shit look new
Custom grill make them haters wanna look too pro
Professional is what I am
It's what my rims are sittin' in
I ain't gotta repeat it
But what's sippin' is slow, I might repeat it
Man, professional is what I am
It's what my rims are sittin' in
Know you heard me repeat it
Measure the tires, don't take a G
It's how I usually ride
But in this ride, you gotta ride high
I'ma pour up a deuce
All right, P.T.J., screw
When you get one of these Chevy's, I'll show you what to do
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Writer(s): Justin Palmore
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