E.S.G. - Box Chevy lyrics

[Intro:] Okay,this how we ride Turn up! [Chorus:] 22s, 23s, 24s, 28s[x3] All chromes on the box Chevy I say down south we slam those (Chevy) That's right, ole school on them 84s (Chevy) We look good and my Chevy mean (Chevy) I got my top off and I'm ridin clean (Chevy) [Verse 1:] 22s, 23s, 24s, 28s I could be talkin bout rims, sports I could be talkin bout weight From the land with the skate On threes or fours [?] No deposit, no conversation Drop it in the bank and then we straight It's the Don and the king What you seenin is 713 Longevity, somethin that alot you n***as ain't seen And you know my team Talk about more than just codin East Coast, West Coast Chicago, ATL, sippin I'll lean I got 24 on this heavy plate Cocaine on that Chevrolet My leather red and my smoke grey Lord bless me with a better way These low pros don't k** hoes I ain't the G that I say I've been ridin aroun through H town And I love the place that I stay Ole sh** with them new Lex Roof back, that coop black Bad b**h I go scoop that Still blowin that fruit pack My hood hot, my block here When the streets packed we come through My steak great, my cake straight I'm ole school, that's somethin new Let's go [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Me and [?] in the Chevy Doin numbers, rims heavy Trunk [?] jumpers Freezin, it's silly Gla** like dunkin Park her by the buildin Black and chrome bumper Them [?] glistenin Red skin, pin stripes Got that thing looking right I'm feelin right, waffle up Paul George, game night All star, game tight Trophy on that a** nice It feels right, it feels right Ready My trap spot where my [?] Gettin money, stackin money Laughin at these clown s**ers Look at em, they actin funny These lames bummy and crummy Let em tell what they holdin I got highly on the mally And she rollin like she bowlin Talkin bye, f**in s**in We side ways, won't it She say she miss me It's only been 5 days You know me My trap spot with my rap spot That box Chevy with that stash pot For that cash And that block hot [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Bran new Chevy Tao sit that thing up on em 20s Pull up at they Rupees Take my new b**h on a dinner date Say the rubber bandz gon cost a grip I bought em anyway Fillin my whip with petrol Smoke that west coast, hit that interstate Traffickin down 59 Pull me over I'm gon get time f** it though, I'm hustlin bro Betta get yours I'm gon get mine Ridin like them Houston n***as It's crazy what slabs will do to n***as Have you feelin like you the sh** And b**h you tryin to chose a n***a Get so much we crazy I know she just wanna flip my car You and her and her the only way you gon f** a star Ridin like I'm poster dry Can't tell that I'm a Texas boy She gon ride with me if she agree to get naked, boy Rollin roun in that Chevy Top down, blow brains With a bad b**h, who got a bad b**h And we out here, n***a back page [?] when I poke out wide Green and white, caught you by surprise But it's 713 over everythang And I thank you lord for these Chevys [Chorus]