Box Chevy - Yelawolf, Rittz The Rapper

Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy

Tell them other wack muthafuckas to get they pine box ready

Catfish Billy is deadly, don't get slapped with the medley

Still sippin' on Jack D to my neck and my head start feelin' heavy

Doin' one-twenty five down I-29

Really think I need to start slowin' down

But I can't 'cause I got a pretty little blonde thing

Sittin' to my right that's blowin' me now

Oh yeah, she's headin' me

I think her name might be Becky

I was about to drop her off

But I had to switch lanes to get the brain she begged me

Aww naw, do you come in twos?

Please choose a couple of friends that could hop in and cruise

Now we goin' steady, but I'm not lookin' for longevity

Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights through the dash, I'm nice to ride pass

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 with a king

Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats

My box Chevy

Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' low, 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 with 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 the speakers louder, pissin' off polices

Fuck a five-star chick, got a pornstar bitch

Ridin' shotgun with me, gettin' so wet

Now she goin' down on me givin' roadhead

Bussin' on her forehead then I take her back to the homestead

Peace, back in the Caprice took a sack of weed

And crumpled it inside a cognac blunt wrap

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 Vogues on it got it floatin' like a rowboat

Gold flakes in the candy paint drippin' on the road

Drivin' slow like a mothafuckin' showboat, ho

Don't act like you don't hear me comin'

I got the Willis Drummond and it's comin' out the clarion

Twelves in the trunk, flatscreen TVs in the headrest with Something About Mary on, carry on

I be turnin' heads every time when you see me in the Chevy

Man, it's evident she car-struck

And I'm far from hard up so quit trippin' like a bitch

And get in the car, slut, girl 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 with a king

Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats

My box Chevy

Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin low, 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 with a king

Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats

My box Chevy

In the background with a six-pack now

And I’m out lookin' for the ladies

Peanut butter seats, have seat girl my peanut butter needs jelly

I'll chase you like Chevy, if you ain't afraid to get messy

If you know the game then I'll let you call the shots like a referee

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

Twins pipes like pow-pow

Hundred spokes on the Vogues 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 with a king

Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats

My box Chevy

Tilted off Jim Beam, sittin' low, 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 with a king

Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats

My box Chevy