Box Chevy 7 lyrics - yelawolf

 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)

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

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

Slum to the dirt, boy, livin' by the motto

Catfish Billy trappin' out the Amoco

Rebel, I'm a rebel like David Allen 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

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 (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)

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)