Rittz - Box Chevy

Song Rating: 8.64/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Yelawolf]
Yelawolf and I feel like a King in My Box Chevy
Tell them other whack motherf**ers get they Pine Box Ready
Catfish Billy is Deadly
Dont get slapped with the Medley
Still sipping on Jack-D till my neck and my head start feeling Heavy
Doing 125 down I-29 really think I need to start slowing down
But I cant cause I gotta pretty lil blonde thing sitting to my right thats blowing me now
Ooh yeah she Headed 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 Begged Me
Awww nah do you come in twos, Please choose a couple of friends that could hop in and cruise
Now we going steady but Im not looking for longevity
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights through the dash Im nice to ride past

[Hook - Yelawolf]
My rims are super clean, paint job that 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 seats My Box Chevy
Tilted off Jim Bean, 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]
f** a limousine Id rather ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Riding 85 northbound shaking doors down


So I turn the speakers louder pissing off polices
f** 5-star chick, got a p**n-star b**h riding shotgun with me getting so wet
Now she going down on me giving road head bussin on her fohead
Then I take her back to the homestead Peace
Back in the caprice took a sack of weed and crumbled it inside a coniac blunt wrap
Then its time to jump back on the highway 85 slumping in the seat like Im hunchback
And My Chevy look so dope old school vogues on it got it floating like a row boat
Gold flakes in the candy paint dripping on the road, driving slow like a motha f**in show boat
Ho dont act like you dont hear me coming I got the Willis Drummond on its coming out the clarion
12s in the trunk, flat screen TVs in the head rest with Something About Mary on, carry on
I be turning heads every time when you see in the Chevy man she car struck
And Im far from hard up so quit tripping like a b**h
Get in the car slut you know you wanna ride

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Yelawolf]
In the the background with the six-pack now Im out looking for the Ladies
Peanut butter seats have seat girl my peanut butter needs Jelly Ill chase you like Jelly
If you aint afraid to get Messy
If you know the game then Ill let you call the shots like a referee, yeah
Now Im drinking deuce deuce sweet and slow
Feeling like Im Deuce Deuce Bigalow
Pick a b**h 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, 100 spokes on the vogues like round, round, round

[Hook]

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 11:01