[Verse 1 - Yelawolf]
Yelawolf and I feel like a King in My Box Chevy
Tell them other whack motherf*ckers get they Pine Box Ready
Catfish Billy is Deadly
Don't get slapped with the Medley
Still sipping on Jack-D till my neck and my head start feeling Heavy
Doing 125 down I-29 really think I need to start slowing down
But I can't cause I gotta pretty lil' blonde thing sitting to my right that's blowing me now
Ooh yeah she Headed Me I think her name might be Becky
I was bout to drop her off but I had to switch lanes to get the brain she Begged Me
Awww nah do you come in twos, Please choose a couple of friends that could hop in and cruise
Now we going steady but I'm not looking for longevity
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights through the dash I'm nice to ride past
[Hook - Yelawolf]
My rims are super clean, paint job that glitters and gleams
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats My Box Chevy
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen with a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats My Box Chevy
Tilted off Jim Bean, sittin' low to the side I lean
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats My Box Chevy
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen with a King
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats My Box Chevy
[Verse 2 - Rittz]
f*ck a limousine I'd rather ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Riding 85 northbound shaking doors down
So I turn the speakers louder p*ssing off polices
f*ck 5-star chick, got a porn-star b*tch riding shotgun with me getting so wet
Now she going down on me giving road head bussin on her fo'head
Then I take her back to the homestead Peace
Back in the caprice took a sack of weed and crumbled it inside a coniac blunt wrap
Then its time to jump back on the highway 85 slumping in the seat like I'm hunchback
And My Chevy look so dope old school vogues on it got it floating like a row boat
Gold flakes in the candy paint dripping on the road, driving slow like a motha f*ckin' show boat
Ho don't act like you don't hear me coming I got the Willis Drummond on it's coming out the clarion
12's in the trunk, flat screen TVs in the head rest with "Something About Mary" on, carry on
I be turning heads every time when you see in the Chevy man she car struck
And I'm far from hard up so quit tripping like a b*tch
Get in the car sl*t you know you wanna ride
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Yelawolf]
In the the background with the six-pack now I'm out looking for the Ladies
Peanut butter seats have seat girl my peanut butter needs Jelly I'll chase you like Jelly
If you ain't afraid to get Messy
If you know the game then I'll let you call the shots like a referee, yeah
Now I'm drinking deuce deuce sweet and slow
Feeling like I'm Deuce Deuce Bigalow
Pick a b*tch like I pick a piccolo
Go anywhere you wanna go pick a road
Interstate 59 20 75 285/85 southbound
Twins pipes like POW POW, 100 spokes on the vogues like round, round, round
[Hook]