Chevy Smile - Yung Joc, Trick Daddy, Block

Pull out the Chevrolets nigga

(Well if they gon' put 'em out, what year they need to pull out Trick?)

Pull out the 71's, 72's & seven-treys nigga

(Haha, well tell 'em who ya is shawty)

The Don Dada, the dump riders, yours truly (that right) Trick Daddy Dollars~!

(See what did, I said, I’ma go get a real nigga who know 'bout muh’fuckin Chevy)

(Inside and out from the motherfuckin digi-dash, to the motherfuckin pipes)

You better believe it (hehe, you know who it is)

(Trick Daddy, Yung Joc, let’s go)

+ (Trick Daddy)

I like the way (I like the way) the grill on my Chevrolet smile

I like the way (I like the way) the rims on my Chevy go round

I like the way (I like the way) the top on my Chevy go down

I like the way (I like the way) the Chevy make the girls go wild

6−4 Chevrolet, S-S-M

Twenty-fo' of suntan, thatat fresh pimp

You think I’m ridin peanut butter, naw that’s chocolate chip

I love the way the paint drip, love the way the paint flip

Head got the antique step, fishbowl lamp

Fo'-fifteen beatin with the two stolen amps

Move away with the butterfly, do’s on suicide

Five percent tint keep them hoes guessin who inside

Now the neighbors mad cause my feet down low

Now the haters mad cause they freaks down low

Yeah the color scheme match these new Gucci loafers

Plastic on the seats like my grandmama sofa

I got the work to match the hard top, fresh out of supermart

And e’rywhere I go they follow the car show

Yo, I hit a right, they hit a right

I hit the gas and leave they ass 'bout fo' or five lights

Gettin followed by these bougie broads, because they like the car

They dig my swag, too bad bitch, this ain’t for y’all

This for them 'bout it bitches, all about the dollar bitches

Independent, but love fuckin with real niggas

This for my thug niggas, gettin rich drug dealin

My trap stars with big walls and fast cars

Dunk ridin, trunk poundin, glass-housin

Now that’s some real down South shit

Got the grill on my Chevy like TV juggins

Smile so bright, you can see me comin

Say you wanna race, playboy we can run it

Say you got a Hemi, my Chevy’ll out run it

I hope you got navigation cause pimpin you lost

Police thank you smokin good, that’s just my exhaust

Betta get some antifreeze and let you shit cool off

Minks on my flo' bitch, take your shoes off

Treat my Chevy like a 'llac, dont slam my do’s

I’m ridin like a mack, backseat full of hoes

I got a kush pack, we gon' blow this whole O

Matter fact, let your seat back and ride out slow

Come chill with me if you wanna see what I’m ridin on

(Ay Jazze look what I’m ridin on playboy)

I might even take you home (y'all know who I be man)

I might even take you home (it's your boy Big Block man)

(The Eastside Chevy rider)

In my Chevy

(What'chu ridin on?) Dubs

(What'chu ridin on?) Dueces

(What'chu ridin on?) Tres

(What'chu ridin on?) Fo’s

(What'chu ridin on?) Sixes

(What'chu ridin on?) Eights

(What'chu ridin on?) 30's

(What'chu ridin on?) That’s the way I stay

(What'chu ridin on?) Dubs

(What'chu ridin on?) Dueces

(What'chu ridin on?) Tres

(What'chu ridin on?) Fo’s

(What'chu ridin on?) Sixes

(What'chu ridin on?) Eights

(What'chu ridin on?) You can call me a Chevyweight!