Chicken

Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna
Chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies
(It's Great John beats baby)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Chicken - chicken wing, chicken wing
Hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni
Chillin' with my homies (I'm doing shit you imagine)

I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ayy
Ran up at Saks Fifth, I spent a brick on the fashion
My body different, that's all she could say when we kick it
I just seen the opps, had them dodging and dippin'
Popped a Perc' and that shit had me trippin', ayy

Run up, ayy (run Up), I get you done up
I ain't trusting a soul, that's a set up
Told lil' bro let off shots, never let up
If they slip then we slide, get wet up
You ain't really outside, then shut up
No, you can't sit with the gang, gotta get up
Pull up with gang, we got 50 or better, ayy

Fuck around make it hot in December
I know my heart cold, I was born in the winter
And this ice on my neck make 'em shiver
Told lil' mama come fuck with a winner
Had my shooters pull up in the sprinter
Boy you food, then we looking for dinner
They can't see in this whip 'cause it's tinted
I'm smokin' on dope, this is not for beginners, ayy

We getting chicken, chicken
That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ayy
You know they don't love you, hey
They just tryna get the riches, ayy
Get it (Huh), flip it, if he talking down I'ma lift it
Niggas participating in snitching
You can't take the heat better get out the kitchen

Ain't no contemplating, get to clicking
You know I'm picky, don't know who I'm picking
(Sleepy why you outside of this club?)
'Cause they said that we can't get the grip in
No feeling, John gon' cook up the beat, I'ma kill it
I can't fuck with the fake, I'm the realest
Big EBK, shoot your shot, then we dippin'

Ayy, boy we steppin'
If he move incorrect, I correct him
He get popped like a cork when we test him
Rap with the opps, we throw shots at the session

Ayy, that's impressive
Rubber band on the clip, I'ma stretch him
Rubber band on the bread when I check it
Drop me the addy, I bet I address it

Ayy, never stressin'
Just make sure that I get all my credit
We shoot bullets like butter, we spreading
All over blocks at the opps 'til we bloody

Ayy, never settin'
Choppa burn him like Usher, I let it
If he beef with the gang, ain't no dead it
It ain't no peace with the gang, that's a lesson, ayy

We getting chicken, chicken
That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ayy
You know they don't love you, hey
They just tryna get the riches, ayy
Get it (huh), flip it, if he talking down I'ma lift it
Niggas participating in snitching
You can't take the heat better get out the kitchen



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Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Jahmya Brown, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
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