Box Chevy 7

Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up Yeah If I see two Maybachs, I'ma park it in the middle Throw my keys at the butler and then get 'em No ID, I'ma walk up through the middle Candy-coated whip like a pocket full of Skittles Money in my pocket but I don't know how to act right Glock in the glove box like a flashlight Cub in the mop-top in the backlight Zilla Gorilla he's a killer, that's night night Legends in the fog Got me a Chevy, baby, and I'ma let it crawl Got me a pack ready, and I'ma make a call Gettin' your racks ready and maybe we can talk, y'all Know we get down motherfuckers In niche Nashville done got beat up, yeah Talkin' shit on the Woozy got crack Left him on his back, left his fucking feet up We just bad motherfuckers Bad motherfuckers Yeah, some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong So give me that Loc in the tone Ghetto cowboy stay ready All night long let 'em mop I hear 'em talkin', gawkin', when they see me walkin' To my 1979, 1979 (Box!) I see you stalkin', hawkin', with your coffin Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!) You mad I can tell it, tell it, 'cause you jealous Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!) I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin' From my 1979 If I get drunk I'ma leave her, come and pick her up tomorrow Don't get behind the wheel if I'm pickin' up a bottle Never roll the dice but, yeah I hit the lotto Swung to the dirt yeah livin' by the motto Catfish Billy trappin' out the Yamaco Rebel, I'm a rebel like David Allen Coe Kickin' in a red pan, cooking that dough Brenda does your dog bite, no child no Legends in the fog Never go back to being broke not at all Gotta gold plaque up on the studio wall I had to go back to get it from my Papa, uh Alabama, Georgia, Tenenssee A recipe for disaster, put the beat up Me and the Chevy's like pastors to Jesus A haystack, I'm that needle We just bad motherfuckers Bad motherfuckers Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong So give me that Loc in the tone Ghetto cowboy stay ready All night long let 'em mop I hear 'em talkin', gawkin', when they see me walkin' To my 1979, 1979 (Box!) I see you stalkin', hawkin', with your coffin Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!) You mad I can tell it, tell it, 'cause you jealous Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!) I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin' From my 1979 (Box!), 1979 (Box!) I hear 'em talkin', gawkin', when they see me walkin' To my 1979, 1979 (Box!) I see you stalkin', hawkin', with your coffin Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!) You mad I can tell it, tell it, 'cause you jealous Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!) I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin' From my 1979 (From my, from my, from my) Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up Oh, oh Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up Oh, oh Giddy-up, giddy-up 1979 Oh, oh