Letra de Box Chevy 8 - Yelawolf

(Feat. Killer Mike, Bub Styles)

Rollin' box Chevy, blasting Pac heavy, holdin' Glock steady

You ain't got to even try to be ready when you stay ready

Be prepared

I don't want my family gettin' thoughts and prayers

Nah, nah, nah, player

I've seen that happen to the best of players

Don't need no crooked-ass preacher givin' a eulogy

Standin' over me

With two freaky little friends that were cool with me

Tellin' one another what they used to do to me

And my little cousin asked my auntie what they gon' do with all my jewelery

Nah, not for me, snap out of that dream, sittin' right here right at the red light

Anybody try to dead Mike, it's a green light

I ain't never scared 'cause I move with supreme light

Life is a bitch and the bitch is the mean type

And she don't give a fuck 'cause she eat right

I can't eat right, I can't sleep right

I can't sleep right, then more stress

Then more stress, you won't be blessed

Don't let doubt ever be your guest

Stay fresh-dressed with chains on chest

In a box Chevy, blowin' on that blessed, yes

Alright, alright (My box-)

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My box, my, my box)

That's life, that's life

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, uh (My box Chevy, my, my, my)

Alright, alright

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah

Rockstar, that's right (My box Chevy)

That's life, that's life

Got an F1 in the trunk of the box Chevy

Those 10s, lil' boy, them not 20s

They spinnin' on the head like Rock Steady

Whole block heavy on the chopped fetty

Don't call 'til you got the guap ready

Caviar spillin' on my potbelly

Only fat boy with the stock at the deli

Every day, scoop new drop at the telly

Uh, two shotguns in the bed like twins

New York, nothin' like a big white Benz

Eyes on the snake with a friend-like grin

They ain't never seen a D-boy with a pen like him (Nah)

Wish they plug would've been like him

Yanks on the fitted with a bent-like brim (Woo)

Opp mixed plots, now it's talk of the dot with a red-like tint (Buh, buh)

Drip dirty like Flint (Michigan)

Plates on the new grip dirty as shit

Couldn't hold the .22 sturdy and shit

Why y'all boys acting all flirty and shit?

Ahead of bruh, eatin' some curry and shrimp

Your rap style only looks scary on print

Your stereo pimps

If Bub go lift, then the cargo rips

Alright, alright (My box-)

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My, my, my, my)

That's life, that's life

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, uh (My box Chevy, my, my, my)

Alright, alright

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My box Chevy)

Rockstar, that's right (My box Chevy)

That's life, that's life

Killer Mike is on that Makaveli

I just pulled up, bumpin' me and Jelly

White walls, talkin' no Pirelli's

Made em sick, yeah, hold your belly

Alabama tried to keep me in Gadsden, I just told 'em to let go and let me

Haters was all on my back, but now when I drop an album, they all throw confetti

If you a snake, I got the cobra ready

If you a jake, I got the code of ethic

If these hoes irrelevant, they show is petty

Same play, got the same jersey

Same shades and it's all blurry

So we came late and we left dirty

But the mainstays ain't in no hurry

Feet up, no worries

Huh, no rush

Bub Styles with the cold cuts

We're whoopin' that

Outrageous, tell my agent, "Where the bookin' at?"

Ain't no more fuck deals

Nah, got these hip-hop braggin' skills

Got the chrome blades off of rap deals

Took my box Chevy off of wagon wheels

Uh

Alright, alright

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My, my, my, my)

That's life, that's life

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, uh (My box Chevy)

Alright, alright

Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My box)

Rockstar, that's right (My, my, my, my, my box Chevy)

That's life, that's life

My box Chevy

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