Heavy Chevys

[T.I. & Big Kuntry] Yeah Yeah Come on (Hey) PSC, Uh (Y'all niggas) What (Y'all niggas) What Pimp Squad shortay What you know about them What they know? You don't know about them (They don't know, they don't know) Now what you really know about them? (What it is) Yeen know about them (Them heavy Chevy's shortay) Yeen know about them (heavy Chevy shortay) [Big Kuntry] Now how you tame a young baller That rides Suburbans, Caprises Candy Impalas, Rasberry Monte Carlos That barks like a rottweiler Off the collar Addicted to hustling And stacking mighty dollars O holla When you hear the Chevy beating down the street Beating so hard The Chris is wasting on my mink seats To get a rim posted corner Call me 10 G's The same as the Chevy platinum emblem on my keys Wit the diamond against the trim A young ass nigga wit a Louis V rim A sporty young shorty wit the Gucci shades dim These hoes mistaken me for being they pimp They said baby couldn't see you pass them shiny rims I'ma cool little daddy Bitch I never been a simp And if you choose a hoe you need to hop on in And if you ain't bitch you need to ride wit him Cause I'm pimping [Chorus: x2] Yeah, we riding in them heavy Chevy's, them heavy Chevy's On them D's and them Vogues When we shining on them hoes Yeah, we riding in them heavy Chevy's, them heavy Chevy's Beating hard in the park when we rolling with the squad [AK] Now if you heard from me You if'eel something hot to the third degree Coming down yo street in a black capris Wit a fine ass freak in the passengers seat Y'all fake niggas don't know the half of me I spit pimp game automatically Don't be mad at me Cause I'm finally coming up in the industry And the 44 singing on the triple D's Plug not the underground celebrities Mac Bone my partna keeping the beat Heat it up like a cook out When the sun falls Y'all niggas better look out Your rap careers over I put a hook down Like you better pallow Ride and swerve while my niggas follow Hoes wobbling and start slobbing Bobbin on the dick until they swallow [Mac Boney] Speedometer, broken doors Smoking body, dented windows Tinted bended round the corner leaning In the steaming screaming demons Spilling liquor, yeah nigga Blowing tall off the wall Burning rubber leaving foul Motherfucker how you ride Chopping blades wit triple golds Stay away from camilton rolls Player cause I'm riding old It ain't no thing to take them vogues Jack it up, strip it down Had the freshest car in town Pimping cause I'm bout my crown [T.I.:] Hey shorty whats that knocking sound [Chorus: x2] [T.I.:] T.I.P and P.S is fresher than new S-S's Triple doors and vogues shining like some treasure chests I got a fetish I ain't getting in it boy unless it's Got them little blue boxes off in the head restes [Big Kuntry] I bet it's wood in the dash Duel in the ass Get an Impala Holla watch me (skirt) When I pass I'm buring rubber in your yard Digging up ya grass Drag racing four fifty four That's what make it fast [T.I.] I hit the gas And I mash on it in a flash Throw it in the gutter Buy another if it crash That's petty cash [Big Kuntry] I parlay all day in a Chevrolet Pears jay wit a face bright as heavens day I'm beating fo' tens in the floor then Hit the store then for some more Hen (Hey Dub) Pull a hoe and four friends [T.I.] Dubs still spinningg wit a gold grill in it White leather guts Wipe up wit ya spill in it Still trillin out here [Chorus: x2] [T.I.: Talking] Yeah T.I.P. shortay PSC shortay Pimp Squad DP Mac Boney, A-K Big Kuntry shortay Ya'll aint ready We ridin in them Chevys T.V's and DVD's in them Chevys Come on and let the dish ride