Blood Raw - Chevy Boyz lyrics

[Intro - Blood Raw] Ha-ha She say she wonder how the sun shines (Blood Raw!) She say she never rode in a Chevy neither (For real?) I love my Chevy my n***a (I know you do too homeboy) I'ma show you how to enjoy your time down here baby girl where we stay (CTE, U.S.D.A.!) [Chorus - Young Jeezy] X2 I don't mean to brag, but my sh** so clean My Chevy do something to my self esteem Alpine in the dash, and the duals in the a** And that wet, wet paint, the sh** look like gla** [Verse 1 - Blood Raw] Zoom, just how my Chevy sound Bump, bump, bump, just how the Chevy sound It's like a band in a n***a donk Rock four fives, it's like a band in a n***a trunk Boat motor right now, n***a pa** me 502, donk riding like Trick Daddy Rally stripes, the Chevy transform When the doors go up, it looks like there's something more Flowmasters, MagnaFlow tips And them hoes catch nuts when they see that sh** Brown jet, feeling jet, no carburetor And the color apple green like a Now and Later [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] Boss Yesterday I caught a flat, as I ran out of gas, with a pocket full of stacks Your Chevy can't compare These n***as scared to inhale my motor breathing on a L The peddle, I mash down, my window, was half down The L, I pa** around, you smell it like hash browns Million dollar n***a still smoking in a Cla** E And my homie with a mobile, watch him let him blast it I'm sitting on twenty something's, that ain't important What's important is getting plenty money Racist Section 8, they continue to segregate I ain't tripping, I'm loading weight and booming around the way I got to find a better way, until I do I got a new AK off in the Chevrolet Riding with the b**h I f**ed last night Her p**y still wet as she listen to the gla** pipes Boss [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Blood Raw] I'm from the Gunshine, where them boys ride Chevy Little mama say she never rolled in a Chevy Say she like the paint job and the way it sounds She like the way it look when I let the top down Alpine touch screen I got three twenties 26's homie, my Chevy, he a grown man It look real sweet, don't it man? Like Shaq, got big feet on it, man So about it, like to hear the motor low When I hit the gas, I bet that b**h don't choke Enjoy the ride, I'ma show you why the sun shines Put it all on the line that a n***a can't out run mine [Chorus]