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