I'm in the black chevrolet with no tags
Got doors on this bitch like a school bus
Hop on in motherf**ker

Take you on a ride with a loaded ruger
So cold that I might need a coat rag
Look bitch you only need two puffs

That's crystal meth Catfish Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the south I blow cash
That ain't leather that's nubuck
You ain't really ballin' ruthless
You ain't rollin' up on a new truck
I'm all about the Glock f**k no jag
I got this bitch on four's like two plus
Two and this bitch is lubed up
Treat MC's like a new slut
Yeah bitch I'm outtie
Five go tell yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You want to make it rain but would I  I doubt it
These hoes are bad weather  always cloudy

I'm a kill these bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk
Before you dead and lost
Cause we peelin' off in
That red Bugatti with bowties

Oh just me and that chevrolet
(Bowties  Bowties)
Oh with a motherf**kin' attitude
(Bowties  Bowties)
Oh you don't want to see that pistol wave
(Bowties  Bowties)
Me and that box running up clean and smooth
(Bowties  Bowties)

All black Chevy I'm a take it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and drive
But I got some chronic at my condo
Blonde ho  with me 'bout to f**k
No time for convo'
Want it because I let her
Hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke  I'm a swing the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the back
She look behind and saw my charm glow
I took a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin'
Like she love me through the mind boat
Back inside my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and
'Wolf a perfect combo
Anyone want it with us can
Get it they beggin' for attention
Like Miley Cyrus when she twerking
Let her tongue show  dumb though
Why you blaming us
When you done gone broke
Rap's killing shit like
Mac Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up
While you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but really still feelin'
Like I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino
Coming off the instagram
Northside Atlanta and I got it
Want to get a gram
Servin' out my window
Like a burger want a drink  it's ten
Use a better pad now
They f**ked it up and let me in
Leather interior until they get another print

Of my shoes  hit the runway inside my Chevy then

Hit the gas till the moon we will never land
Ain't nobody f**kin' with
Slumerican put that on my Chevy

Walk to the mall like f**k you
Give me that MceeDee Super Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's like two new crack heads
Shoelaces like spud loose
Bounce on it
Coffee table full of shake
And they breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip gettin' high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip
Of a ball handle the symphone
Lean some of them lean
On the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a Chevy Enzo

I put the house on it
Have a seat bitch put the couch on it
Take a sigh bitch I put the south on it
Take a ride on the one I-89
You talkin' shit I might put the crowd on it
It would be another Yelawolf hate ground
Butter on the seats like country crop

But I f**kin' ain't no country crop
Puts fear in the heart of a country cop
Everytime that I get f**kin' stopped
Boy those some nice wheels
But you better turn the music down
Cause it ain't the big city
Ran off the law with nothin' but a ticket
From a f**kin' hick with a stick
And midget dealin' with midget and bowtie