Box Chevy 3

[Verse 1] Yelawolf and I feel like a king in my box Chevy Tell them other wack muthafucks to get the 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 blonde thing Sittin' to my right that's blowin' me now Oh 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 the brain she necked me Aww naw, do you, come in two's Please choose a couple of friends that could hoppy in the coupe 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 pass [Hook] My wheels are super clean, paint job it glitters and gleams And I wanna see da 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 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 seats (MY BOX CHEVY) [Verse 2: Rittz the Rapper] Fuck a limousine, rather ride Caprices My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us Ridin' eighty-five northbound shakin' doors down So I turn the speakers louder pissin' off polices Fuck five-star chick, gotta porn-star 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 its time to jump back on the highway eighty-five Slumpin' in the seat like I'm hunckback And my Chevy look so dope Old school vo's on it got it floatin' like a row boat Gold flakes in the candy paint drippin' on the road Drivin' slow like a motha' fuckin' show boat ho Don't act like you don't hear me comin' I got the Willie Sherman and its comin' out the Clarions Twelves in the trunk Flatscreen TV's in the headrest with Something About Mary on, Carry on I be turnin' heads everytime When you see in the Chevy man it's evident she car-struck And I'm far from hard up so quit trippin' like a bitch Get in the car slut you know you wanna ride [Hook] My rims are super clean, paint job dat glitters and gleams And I wanna see da back of your jeans in the seats (MY BOX CHEVY) This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen witta King Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in 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 witta King Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (MY BOX CHEVY) [Verse 3] 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 Played the bitch like piccolo, go anywhere you wanna go pick a road Interstate 59, 20, 75, 285, 85 Southbound, twins pipes like pow-pow A hundred spokes on the vo's like wow, wow, wow [Hook]