Yelawolf and I feel like a in my (box Chevy) Tell dem otha wack to get da (pine box ready) Catfish is (deadly) Don't get wit' da (medley) Still sippin' on D to my neck and my head start feelin' (heavy) 125 down I-29 really think I need to start slowin' down But I can't 'cause I gotta pretty thing stittin' to my right thats blowin' me now Oh yea she (headin' me) I her name might be (Becky) I was bout to drop her off but I had to switch to get da brain she (Necked me) Aw naw do you come in Please choose a couple of friends that hoppy in the coupe Now we (steady) But I'm not for (longevity) in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights trough the dash I'm nice to ride pass
My rims are super clean, paint job glitters and gleams, And I wanna see the back of jeans in the seats (my box Chevy) This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be wit' a King, Well I wanna see the back of jeans in seats (my box Chevy) Tilted off Jim Beams, off to the side I lean, And I see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy) This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen a King, Well I wanna see the of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)
Fuck a rather ride ride caprices My speakers the concrete beneath us Ridin' 85 northbound shakin' down So I turn da speakers pissin' off polices Fuck 5-star chick, gotta porn-star bitch shotgun wit' me gettin' so wet Now she goin' down on me road head bussin' on her forehead, Then I take her back to the piece Back in the caprice took a of weed and crumpled it inside a conyak blunt rack Then it's time to jump on the highway 85 slumpin' in the seat like I'm hunckback and My Chevy look so dope old school vo's on it got it floatin' a row boat, Gold flakes in the paint drippin on the road, drivin' slow like a show hoe act like you don't hear me comin' I got the ? and it's comin' out the clarions 12's in the trunk, flatscreens in the headrest wit bout Marion carry on I be turnin' heads everytime when you see in the man she carstruck And I'm far from hauled up supp witt-her like a bitch Get in the car slut you know you ride.
My rims are super clean, job that glitters and gleams, And I wanna see the back of jeans in the seats (my box Chevy) This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen a King, Well I see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy) Tilted off Jim Beams, sittin' off to the I lean, And I wanna see the back of jeans in the seats (my box Chevy) This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen a King, Well I wanna see the back of your in seats (my box Chevy)
In the the background witta six-pack and ridin' for a the (ladies) Peanut butter seats have seat girl my peanut needs (jelly) I'll you like (jelly) If you afraid to get (messy) If you know da game then I'll let you the shots like a referee, yeah Now I'm drinkin' deuce deuce sweet and Feelin' a deuce deuce bigalow Played the da bitch piccolo Go anywhere you go pick a road Interstate 59 20 75 285 85 Twins like pow pow, 100 spokes on the vo's like wow, wow, wow
My rims are super clean, paint job glitters and gleams, And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the (my box Chevy) This whip is built for Queens and you be seen wit' a King, Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in (my box Chevy) off Jim Beams, sittin' off to the side I lean, And I wanna see the back of your in the seats (my box Chevy) This is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King, I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)