Lyrics LILBLOCK and I feel like a king in my (box Chevy)
Tell dem otha wack muthafucks to get da (pine box ready)
Catfish Billy is (deadly)
Don't get slapped wit' da (medley)
Still sippin' on Jack D to my neck and my head start feelin' (heavy)
Doin' 125 down I-29 really think I need to start slowin' down
But I can't 'cause I gotta pretty blonde thing stittin' to my right thats blowin' me now
Oh yea she (headin' me) I think her name might be (Becky)
I was bout to drop her off but I had to switch lanes to get da brain she (Necked me)
Aw naw do you come in two's
Please choose a couple of friends that could hoppy in the coupe
Now we goin' (steady)
But I'm not lookin' for (longevity)
Pipes in the back, the lights of the night reflect sights trough the dash I'm nice to ride pass

My rims are super clean, paint job that glitters and gleams,
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King,
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams, sittin' off to the side I lean,
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King,
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)

Fuck a lameosine rather ride ride caprices
My speakers vibrate the concrete beneath us
Ridin' 85 northbound shakin' doors down
So I turn da speakers louder pissin' off polices
Fuck 5-star chick, gotta porn-star bitch ridin' shotgun wit' me gettin' so wet
Now she goin' down on me givin' road head bussin' on her forehead,
Then I take her back to the homestead piece
Back in the caprice took a sack of weed and crumpled it inside a conyak blunt rack
Then it's time to jump back on the highway 85 slumpin' in the seat like I'm hunckback and
My Chevy look so dope old school vo's on it got it floatin' like a row boat,
Gold flakes in the paint drippin on the road, drivin' slow like a show boat hoe
Don't act like you don't hear me comin' I got the ? and it's comin' out the clarions
12's in the trunk, flatscreens in the headrest wit somethin' bout Marion carry on
I be turnin' heads everytime when you see in the Chevy man she carstruck
And I'm far from hauled up supp witt-her trippin' like a bitch
Get in the car slut you know you wanna ride.

My rims are super clean, paint job that glitters and gleams,
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King,
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams, sittin' off to the side I lean,
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King,
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)

In the the background witta six-pack and ridin' lookin' for a the (ladies)
Peanut butter seats have seat girl my peanut butter needs (jelly)
I'll chase you like (jelly)
If you ain't afraid to get (messy)
If you know da game then I'll let you call the shots like a referee, yeah
Now I'm drinkin' deuce deuce sweet and slow
Feelin' like a deuce deuce bigalow
Played the da bitch like piccolo
Go anywhere you wanna go pick a road
Interstate 59 20 75 285 85 southbound
Twins pipes like pow pow, 100 spokes on the vo's like wow, wow, wow

My rims are super clean, paint job that glitters and gleams,
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King,
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)
Tilted off Jim Beams, sittin' off to the side I lean,
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
This whip is built for Queens and you wanna be seen wit' a King,
Well I wanna see the back of your jeans in seats (my box Chevy)

Box Chevy

Lyrics 
[Chorus: Caskey]
Trunk Muzik
Shit, you can bump to it
Pour a lil' up to it
Try me one time and you can't undo it
No such thing as free, uh
Trunk Muzik, uh
Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me

[Interlude: Doobie]
But they ain't got shit on Doobie!

[Verse 2: Doobie]
Peep me in my bag like a basket of Peeps
Off of cocaine and an Advil relief
Y'all cannot fool me, boy, I laugh to the bank
I'm the shit with the stain
Ridin' around in a tank in a tanktop
Knife on my leg, hoping one of y'all namedrop
Fuck what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot
Fuck what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot
Watch 'em pop up out the blue, that's a Percocet

Tryna stay cool but it's hot in this turtleneck, ooh
I hurdle a herd of sheep in my sleep
Before I woke up in bed, I took a leak
Bedwetter, trendsetter
Dead center of the attention and finna get better
Turn that pussy into wet weather
Is it hailing or it's meth weather?
Why do you inhale it? It make the sex better
Huffing a line, covered in hives
Walking on glass, breaking the ice
Money got me rolling like dice
Molly got me rolling like dice
Paid the price, I gave my life
My heart and soul, I won the fight
We on a roll, I'm on a roll
I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired
Raised the bar, I'm on the rise, it's 
[Chorus: Caskey]
Trunk Muzik
Shit, you can bump to it
Pour a lil' up to it
Try me one time and you can't undo it
No such thing as free, uh
Trunk Muzik, uh
Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me

[Verse 3: LILBLOCK]
I just left a thrift shop with a Ziploc full of new rings
Got a few things for the miss, I got no bling on the wristwatch
That denim vest, put that top rock of that vintage New York hip-hop
Where the funk at? Y'all lost that
Too much trap, not enough style
Too much go, not enough slow
Too much blow, not enough pot
Two months ago now it's old school
I'm like, fuck that shit, no, it's not
Look, you don't want it with the posse, pussy
Not me, try me, push me
Pull up on your fucking block, we mopping
Got you sloppy, gushy
Mafia, mafia, Slumerican is the mafia
And I am not being cocky but Slumerican is unstoppable
Give a fuck 'bout that Glock you tote, even my mama got pistols
You should be more afraid of Mama Wolf if you let that clip go
Gang, gang
Never snorted Columbian, bang, bang
But I snorted enough glue to knock a few screws loose
And the rails up off my train
That Ozzy Osbourne, why's he always going?
Lying ass rappers, not a rider, boy
I'm a rider for the music I perform
Got another tour, know what I did it for?
Family handing me bills
Enemies handing me grills
Can I be young and concealed?
Know I'm an animal seer
Only presented with thrills
So don't pretend to be real
Rappers are getting you killed
Punking you out of a deal
Suckered you out of the bill
Then owe the real thing
I'm the real thing
I will kill dreams
Freddy Krueger with the Ruger pumped into you
What's the music?
Trunk Muzik

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