Box Chevy

Okay, this how we ride

Turn up!

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22s, 23s, 24s, 28s All chromes on the box Chevy

I say down south we slam those (Chevy)

That's right, ole school on them 84s (Chevy)

We look good and my Chevy mean (Chevy)

I got my top off and I'm ridin clean (Chevy)

22s, 23s, 24s, 28s

I could be talkin bout rims, sports

I could be talkin bout weight

From the land with the skate

On threes or fours No deposit, no conversation

Drop it in the bank and then we straight

It's the Don and the king

What you seenin is 713

Longevity, somethin that alot you niggas ain't seen

And you know my team

Talk about more than just codin

East Coast, West Coast

Chicago, ATL, sippin I'll lean

I got 24 on this heavy plate

Cocaine on that Chevrolet

My leather red and my smoke grey

Lord bless me with a better way

These low pros don't kill hoes

I ain't the G that I say

I've been ridin aroun through H town

And I love the place that I stay

Ole shit with them new Lex

Roof back, that coop black

Bad bitch I go scoop that

Still blowin that fruit pack

My hood hot, my block here

When the streets packed we come through

My steak great, my cake straight

I'm ole school, that's somethin new

Let's go

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Me and in the Chevy

Doin numbers, rims heavy

Trunk jumpers

Freezin, it's silly

Glass like dunkin

Park her by the buildin

Black and chrome bumper

Them glistenin

Red skin, pin stripes

Got that thing looking right

I'm feelin right, waffle up

Paul George, game night

All star, game tight

Trophy on that ass nice

It feels right, it feels right

Ready

My trap spot where my Gettin money, stackin money

Laughin at these clown suckers

Look at em, they actin funny

These lames bummy and crummy

Let em tell what they holdin

I got highly on the mally

And she rollin like she bowlin

Talkin bye, fuckin suckin

We side ways, won't it

She say she miss me

It's only been 5 days

You know me

My trap spot with my rap spot

That box Chevy with that stash pot

For that cash

And that block hot

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Bran new Chevy Tao sit that thing up on em 20s

Pull up at they Rupees

Take my new bitch on a dinner date

Say the rubber bandz gon cost a grip

I bought em anyway

Fillin my whip with petrol

Smoke that west coast, hit that interstate

Traffickin down 59

Pull me over I'm gon get time

Fuck it though, I'm hustlin bro

Betta get yours I'm gon get mine

Ridin like them Houston niggas

It's crazy what slabs will do to niggas

Have you feelin like you the shit

And bitch you tryin to chose a nigga

Get so much we crazy

I know she just wanna flip my car

You and her and her the only way you gon fuck a star

Ridin like I'm poster dry

Can't tell that I'm a Texas boy

She gon ride with me if she agree to get naked, boy

Rollin roun in that Chevy

Top down, blow brains

With a bad bitch, who got a bad bitch

And we out here, nigga back page

when I poke out wide

Green and white, caught you by surprise

But it's 713 over everythang

And I thank you lord for these Chevys

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