CHICKENS (feat. RSG Guala)
Chickens on me, ain't no Popeyes
Heard he want some beef, okay I'm pullin' up with five guys
Hear me fly by, off this dope boy I be sky high
You can have the hoe, she just a chicken
She is not mine
Hoppin' out the Jeep I'm fresh to death
Still let my Glee hang
Air Max ninety fives goin' stomp on shit, that's why my feet stink
Run it up then pass it to my youngin like a relay
Hoppin' on the slab, I'm pushin' ninety on the Eway
Felipe said let him know when the dope comin' through
Bumpin' We Paid, pink and blue bills what I'm thumbin' through
You can't come around, won't give you the run around
We don't fuck with you
Got a hundred rounds, I bet we goin' flood 'em out 'til they gushin' goo
Fuck the booth
I'm a talk my shit everywhere that I go
I ain't violent unless I'm provoked, run up I'll blast the pole
Killin' spree, I'm taggin' toes
Jump in and I'm smashin' bro
Left his body in the ocean, threw it off the paddle boat
With a brick tied around his throat
My youngins sick, Edgar Allen Poe
Throw me the cat ain't talkin' calico, exotic Navajo
My homie said pass it to him like fuck it, have a go
She just a chicken
I ain't tryin' to wife the bitch unless she in the kitchen
Search party for her, he said that his bitch went missin'
She post me on her story I ain't give the hoe permission
Now he blowin' her phone up, every call she goin' dismiss it
Chickens on me, ain't no Popeyes
Heard he want some beef, okay I'm pullin' up with five guys
Hear me fly by, off this dope boy I be sky high
You can have the hoe, she just a chicken
She is not mine
Told his ass mane you can have the hoe 'cause she is not mine
RSG and BG in this bitch, hoe we them fly guys
Ask me how many times his hoe hit, I told him five times
Hit the hoe, give her back like a rental, done with my time
I just took his bitch now he mad, I think I know why
Your lil' bitch she tryin' to come fuck, she think I'm so fly
Ski mask on my face with the chopper, I think it's go time
You ain't with the shit that you rappin' 'bout, that shit so lies
Yeah I'm flexin', you know I got that weapon
This a Glock, no Smith and Wesson, keep that bitch just for protection
You run up, you learn your lesson
I be stretchin' and finessin'
They assumin' shit, they guessin', I'm a let 'em, I ain't tellin'
I be with them members on the block, lil' bitch we posted up
Seven six two draco, that's my baby, I'm a load it up
I just copped a pint of that Wocky, I'm finna pour it up
I think I'm a pour up another, ain't movin' slow enough
I just made a play in the east, then made one in the bay
Think I got to get a new spot, they find out where I stay
Pushin' weight, I'm workin' this scale just tryin' to make a way
Everybody changin' and leavin' but all this money stay
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