Box Chevy 6 (feat. DJ Klever, DJ Paul & Rittz)

Uh, yeah

See I'm a walking, talking, barking, biting, fighting

Lightning in a bottle, Chevrolet golden model

Crystal glass full of Creek Water when I wobble

Past the keys to the vallet and hit the bundle

Ridin' vacant, draggin', scrapin', blowin' sparks over

Crossover laws, we jumpin', bumpin' Trunk Muzik

I lose it, I use it, I drink it, I hank it

I Waylon, I Willie, I'm dangerous

Aim for the ankles and this bitch's throat

Who in the fuck is this hick with the flows?

Catfish Billy got that pocket, homie

I'm a rocket, homie, I don't think slow

But I sink low in that bucket seat, low fashion is luxury

If I want it, fuck it, fuckin' yeah, I get it

I must be living on fucking street

Did you poke at that Robert Van Winkle?

Hanging down over his mink coat

I come alone from a known mobile home

I could roll you a cone with no wrinkles

Chevrolet hit with the sprinkles, got an El Camino after Cinco

Smurf Box Chevy like bingo, I got this bitch

Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

See I do all the reppin', North Atlanta legend

No piano lessons, I know how to push a key

Wasn't on the Freshmen cover

Guess that XXL wasn't thinking I was good enough to be

Rate me one to seven, I'm eleven

In my Chevy with your lady and her best friend

Make her g-string wetter than a headband

See me on the road and turn around and get a neck cramp

Look at your reflection, paint like I sparked the stars

Shinin' like a diamond, inside of my Audemar

She blow a dick like muah

Made her squirt all over the seat, now I gotta wash my car

It's like I dived on the slide at the water park

Her pussy was gushy, I dropped her off

On the steps like I had a job at UPS

Told her call me but every time we talk, I yawn

And when I and park my car, they come lookin'

And I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' fuck a soccer mom

Or some dork bitch dressing up for Comic-Con

The Chevy bouncing like it had a hydraulic pump

The T-tops are gone, I speed off like a redneck screaming yeehaw

These laws probably seesaw, bring in police dogs

All they retrieve underneath the seat was a big pink double-D bra

That a big broad must've worn, I don't recall

But they tryna give me tickets like I won at Skee-Ball

In a black Monte Carlo, strapped like a narco

Riding through Atlanta bumpin' Tennessee Love

Reppin' CNT, but believe I'ma be Slum 'til I'm 6 feet deep in the ground

Up in my box Chevy speedin' off when I see the GCPD around and I be

Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

In my box Chevy runnin', you in a Cutlass

But my dope cut less, pass it like judgement

Wet paint and it's gutted, police say I'm up to something

Put the thirties on that bitch, tell 'em you gotta look up to something (Yeah)

This for the homies that keep money down in they sneaker box, that fast cash

In the trunk of my Box Chevy I keep me a speaker box like Outkast

People tryna get me for it, they staking out like Outback

But I got some killers that's in the front yard and I got some killers that's out back

There's something in my Box that'll put you in a box

Got your ho in my Box Chevy 'cause I'm fucking with her box

I beat the song of the year with a freestyle, who run it?

20 years in the gangster doing laps, and I got this bitch

Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red