Box Chevy 7

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

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 mother****ers in niche,

Nashville done got beat up, yeah

Talkin' **** on the Woozy got crack

Left him on his back, left his ****ing feet up

We just bad mother****ers

Bad mother****ers

Some bad mother****ers 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, 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

We just bad mother****ers

Bad mother****ers

Some bad mother****ers 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

Get it, get it, get it

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

Oh, oh

Get it, get it, get it

1979 Oh, oh