Dead In Your Chevy Lyrics - 613: Ashy To Classy - Field Mob

Damn you done came up short again, ain't uh 

'Cause yo homeboy fought again, ain't uh 

But is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door 

Say that the jackers kickin' yo hoe 

Please give me the reason I'm fiendin' to know 

Why cheese missin' in my flow 

Givin' low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight 

Just keepin' it real 

You was gettin' half off and still came up a few grands short 

Listen to you brag about yo days in the past 

When you was gettin' paid livin' lavish 

But that was way in the 70's 

It's the best you pay me my fetti 

'Fore they find yo brain the a chevy 

All over the radio and ceiling 

And I'ma hate it for your children 

When my AK sprays wit yo dome 

Cerebellum all over the passenger seat 

Leavin' you dead 

Wit' lead in yo head 

In yo red candy apple capris 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it 

Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it 

You besta slow yo roll, boy 

Or be found dead in yo Chevy 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it 

Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it 

You besta slow yo roll boy 

Or be found dead in yo Chevy 

Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game 

I ain't Pastor Troy but it ain't no play, it ain't no game 

Wit' a nigga like you runnin' around town actin' bulletproof 

Be the one that get got get shot 

I got a big ole gun and I'll use it too 

Fool, don't play dumb, don't say, "Sean what you talkin' about" 

'Cause I'm talkin' about this hoe I'm fuckin' 

Same hoe you lustin' 

You hate that don't ya, umm humm 

Damn let me 'bout to nut up 

uh uh, okay, wuz up, shut up 

'Cause you ain't on my level 

You cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle 

She be lickin' on the head and my Peter 

While you be beggin' to eat her 

Better know yo role 

When I get pissed off then the four four blows 

And when the glock click hot shot spit 

Then these hoes know 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it 

Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it 

You besta slow yo roll, boy 

Or be found dead in yo Chevy 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it 

Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it 

You besta slow yo roll boy 

Or be found dead in yo Chevy 

Dead in yo Chevy, dead in yo Chevy 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it 

Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it 

You besta slow yo roll, boy 

Or be found dead in yo Chevy 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it 

Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it 

You besta slow yo roll, boy 

Or be found dead in yo Chevy 

Dead in yo Chevy, dead in yo Chevy 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it 

Or if you see me doin' dirt and feel it's best you tell it 

You besta slow yo roll, boy 

Or be found dead in yo Chevy 

If you out there and you owe me 

Or been scared to get my fetti 

Or hate me 'cause I fuck and she won't even let you smell it