Box Chevy 7

[Intro] Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Yeah, oh (Oh) [Verse 1] If I see two Maybachs, I'ma park it in the middle Throw my keys at the park attendant, "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 back like 'Zilla gorilla, he's a killer, that's night-night Legends in the fall Got me a Chevy, baby, and I'ma let it crawl Got me a pack ready, and I'ma make a call Given your racks ready and maybe we can talk, y'all Know we get down Motherfuckers in East Nashville done got beat up, yeah Talkin' shit on the woozy, got cracked Left him on his back, left his fucking feet up, we just [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 Slum to the dirt, boy, livin' by the motto Catfish Billy trappin' out the Amoco Rebel, I'm a rebel like David Allan Coe Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough Granny, does your dog bite? "No, child, no" Legends in the fall Never go back to being broke, not at all Got a Gold plaque up on the studio wall I had to go back to get it from my papa, uh Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, uh 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 (From my) [Outro] Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Oh (Oh) Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) Oh (Oh), giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up, Giddy up) 1979, oh (Oh)