Heavy Chevy

What up, bruh?

What up?

So, you know, I was thinkin', right

Since we doin', you know

The "He Rap He Sang" album, I figured

You know, that you from N-O, right

Mhm, mhm

Right, right, and I'm from Florida

Tallahassee

Right, so I got a couple things to, like, teach you

Okay

That you probably need to know about

Since you came to Miami now

And you know what I'm sayin'

You pretty much a certified Florida boy

Woo!

So is it cool if, like

I just teach you a couple things you need to know

It's not much, all you gotta do is sit back

Relax, take it in, you ready?

No worries, no homo

Alright, let's go

Heavy Chevys

Heavy, heavy Chevys, man

Bitch

Why are these streets nothin'

But heavy Chevys, man?

Bitch

Heavy Chevys

Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man

Yeah, I like this

A'ight big bruh

Fall it out

Heavy Chevys

I see you

(Heavy Chevys, man)I think I got this one

I think I got it

Y'know, I was talkin' 'bout(Why are these streets nothin')

Like, Trick Daddy

And y'know, the real Dunk Ryders

Alright

Let's see what I got

T-W

The business

So let's start with the

'72 Chevelle, I know that well

'Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me

But I will never sell, hell

Mids and highs and 4-12s

24 inches, chopped seats, complete with the Pirells

Inside got baby blue 'gator scales

Even on the bottom of the seat

You can see the 'gator tail

My shit hard as a turtle shell

Plus I got a mothafuckin' motor

That'll make them tires yell

When I was 11, dawg

I learned 'bout my Chevy, dawg

I burned the Pirellis off

Convertible, take it off

Believe my leather stayin' soft

That's why I'm at the start line

'Bout to take it off

Heavy Chevys

Heavy, heavy Chevys, man(A'ight, see)

I see

You gotta learn, big bruh

I see, I see

Now, I kinda want you

To come back and tell me

What you learned from my lesson

Okay

Y'know what I'm sayin'

Mhm, I'ma finish hittin' the weed first

Right, right

Can I hit that bitch one more time, please

Oh, but of course, but of course

But still, I need to know

That you know that I know that you know(Okay)

Let me get somethin'

Well, I went and got that new Chevy truck

The one without the little man step

And I love that bitch so much

Tomorrow I'ma wear the fan belt

Speakers in the bed sound like I got band help

Beatin' down yo' block, leave you with a damn welt

I used to have a '64 a few years ago

I had that bitch on three wheels

On one of my old videos

Now I got a honey SS, I call it Cheerio

But my neighbors call it

"Please turn down the stereo!"

Now cut that hoe up louder

24 karat gold pipes on the low Impala

See Pain, I knew a lil somethin'

But thanks for the lesson

As a matter of fact, y'know what

I'ma buy you a Chevy

Heavy Chevys

Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man

Why are these streets nothin'

But heavy Chevys, man?

Heavy Chevys (See, see Pain)

Heavy, h-heavy Chevys, man

I ain't gon' lie, when I got to Florida

I haven't saw that many Chevys in my life

I meant to say "seen," but um

Right now. In the spirit of Chevys

I'ma switch to T-Wayne and take it back

I said, a long, long time ago

I can still remember

How that music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

I could make the people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

Oh, but February made me shiver

With every paper I deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But somethin' touched me deep inside

The day the music died

So bye-bye Ms. American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ol' boys was drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

Day that I die