Box Chevy 6

[Intro: Yelawolf] Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Yelawolf] 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 [Chorus: Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C] 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 [Verse 2: Rittz] 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... [Chorus: Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C] 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 [Verse 3: DJ Paul] 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 [Chorus: Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C] 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 [Outro: Pimp C] 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