[Verse 1]

I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course

That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say Georgia

Tennessee in this bitch, I got some Hennessy that's paid for

Give me the big bottle, fuck it, if I break it, I'll pay for it

My ladies laying in the Chevrolet and I say "Lord

Thank you for giving me this baby girl on a suede horse"

Yeah, this ain't no gay Ford

I'm pushing bowties till I die and I'm gonna ride 'til my legs sore

Vogues I got a set "4", plus a Beretta sitting in the floor

Better protect yours

[Hook]

In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet

Got that Glock laid in my lap

In case you want to play

In my Chevrolet, My Box Chevrolet

Let's go get you all cleaned up

And ride around all day

[Verse 2]

(Still) hitting them corners on the low pro's, girl

(Still) I'm an American Rock N Roll grand baby

Five generations of taking pictures with Grand-Am

The Chevrolet Slim Shady, there's no way you can save me

Bass boat flakes, you never seen such

Roll down my window like "Who I am doesn't mean much"

Burning tread off a thousand-dollar tires with a clean touch

Six hundred horses running behind the mean clutch

Bitch, I'm

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Yea, windows washed, looking like a glass house

Glaze on the dash, leather is smelling like Ralph Lauren

Feels like I'm watching television on a couch snorin'

I must be dreaming leaning back inside this chariot

Hitch on the back of this truck, my Harley I carry it

A chalice in wonderland, fill up my cup with

Jack D and take my fucking keys so that I don't, wreck it

Let me come sit on the passenger side and check it

How does it feel from over here? Oh, bless it

This is for all the Chevy's that I collected

Big trucks, low riders, whatever the best is

To you man I just want to give you a message

Uh', I used to sit on sidewalks like everyday

Watching punks and chumps in donks get hella paid

But I just focused on my vision and never quit n'

Now man I'm sittin' in my vision with a reason to celebrate

I'm

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