Chicken Coupe (feat. NV Corleone)
So many birds in this bitch it's like a chicken coupe
Put my hands down pick up a Glock see what the pistol do
You pull up on that block we got the chops and they gone finish you
This lil bitch tryna fuck the gang but we ain't into you
I talk my shit to motivate not belittle you
With the hoes in the blue thang they say they sick of you
I got a stack to my ear bitch ain't hearing you
Co the type nigga pour a deuce up in a interview
Niggas tryna copy pouring drank like be the inner you
I'm the type to have the people call before I hit the school
These niggas wanna be like us but we don't fuck with you
Them niggas on the gram with threats like what you wanna do
Niggas getting spooked when Real Talent walking in the stu
STR Da Mob we send him high and now they missing you
The fat twins hopping out with flashes like it's peek a boo
The opps really think that they comp but we be sweeping you
Mixing Wock with the Activis plus we sipping Tech
Three different leans up in my system that's a triple threat
I just walked up in a nigga stu where the talent at
Me Rell and Co in the stu we the fucking vets
This bitch really calling me a fiend cause I pop percocets
That bitch tried to hoe me in the car and now we having sex
Fucking on that hoe for like 2 hours I ain't nutting yet
On the interstate with STR we flying like a jet
Niggas thought Co wasn't coming back no it ain't over jack
You tryna race with Mr 5.7 gone get overlapped
Pop up at our shows you talking wet you gone get over-clapped
Somebody tell that nigga pass the rock he getting over-clamped
We headed to the party with the hoes like where the perkys at
Co I just popped me a 30 it ain't working yet
Don't talk to me about cream soda it ain't dirty yet
Why this nigga stress me bout his bitch like he ain't heard me yet
Tae running from the flick he burnt 'em in a Pontiac
Play with STR or like this song we gone spin it back
Niggas talking bout that one bag we gone get into that
Still out here playing with colored money so she been attached
Yeah
Put my hands down pick up a Glock see what the pistol do
You pull up on that block we got the chops and they gone finish you
This lil bitch tryna fuck the gang but we ain't into you
I talk my shit to motivate not belittle you
With the hoes in the blue thang they say they sick of you
I got a stack to my ear bitch ain't hearing you
Co the type nigga pour a deuce up in a interview
Niggas tryna copy pouring drank like be the inner you
I'm the type to have the people call before I hit the school
These niggas wanna be like us but we don't fuck with you
Them niggas on the gram with threats like what you wanna do
Niggas getting spooked when Real Talent walking in the stu
STR Da Mob we send him high and now they missing you
The fat twins hopping out with flashes like it's peek a boo
The opps really think that they comp but we be sweeping you
Mixing Wock with the Activis plus we sipping Tech
Three different leans up in my system that's a triple threat
I just walked up in a nigga stu where the talent at
Me Rell and Co in the stu we the fucking vets
This bitch really calling me a fiend cause I pop percocets
That bitch tried to hoe me in the car and now we having sex
Fucking on that hoe for like 2 hours I ain't nutting yet
On the interstate with STR we flying like a jet
Niggas thought Co wasn't coming back no it ain't over jack
You tryna race with Mr 5.7 gone get overlapped
Pop up at our shows you talking wet you gone get over-clapped
Somebody tell that nigga pass the rock he getting over-clamped
We headed to the party with the hoes like where the perkys at
Co I just popped me a 30 it ain't working yet
Don't talk to me about cream soda it ain't dirty yet
Why this nigga stress me bout his bitch like he ain't heard me yet
Tae running from the flick he burnt 'em in a Pontiac
Play with STR or like this song we gone spin it back
Niggas talking bout that one bag we gone get into that
Still out here playing with colored money so she been attached
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Rickey Stone Ii
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Other Album Tracks
- In That One Bag
- Nick At Nite
- Spin Again (feat. STR Jay)
- Chicken Coupe (feat. NV Corleone)
- Do You Think I'm Stupid? (Wocking Out)
- Picture Perfect (feat. Broke Rell)
- Blessed Into the Mob (feat. STR Jay, STR JB & NV Corleone)
- Wack Jumper (feat. STR Jay & STR Bangman)
- Codeine Factory (feat. WTF Rell)
- Had Enough (feat. STR JB)
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