Yelawolf - Box Chevy 6 lyrics

Uh, yeah See I'm a walking, talking, barking, biting, plotting, lightning in a bottle, Chevrelot golden model Crystal gla** full of cool water when I wobble past the keys to the valley and hit the throttle Why they make it, drank it, scraping pills was once over cause over, cause a switch of funk with Trunk Muzik III I lose it, I use it, I drank it, I hang it, I waited, I'm willing, I'm dangerous Aim for the 8 pieces you could just throw Who in the f** is this hitting the flow Catfish Billy got that knocking homie I'm a rocking homie, I don't think slow But I sink low when that bucket seep Low Fashion is lotion week If I want it, f** it, yeah I can get it I must be living on rocket street If your hoe got that robert that wing flow Hanging down over as we go Back from alone, from a lone mobile home I could roll you a cone with no ring coats Chevrolet hit with the street gold Does that ever mean no, I just sinkhole Smirk, bite, Chevy-like window I got this b**h Runnin, Runnin, Runnin, Runnin, Runnin out (the parking lot) Runnin, Runnin, Runnin, Runnin, Runnin out (the parking lot) We got this b**h runnin, runnin