Chicken Strips & Ass (feat. Paul Wall)

(G&B)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, let's go, let's go
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

Yeah, I feel like gettin' paid today, so I jump in this Escalade (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Rock out on 'em, pop out on 'em, I like presidents that passed away (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
This Glock gon' bust quick, watch it masturbate, you could die the faster way (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Bitch, I'm on some stupid shit, eatin' chicken strips with ass today (uh-huh, uh-huh)

I'ma beat down the front, I'ma knock out the back
I'ma empty the clip, get the shit then I'm out (then I'm out)
Big body ridin' on 288, hit the buggies and skate, I'ma knock out a route
You want beef? Then I'm bringin' the cal'
I'ma knock off a cow, I'ma make a pussy boy bow down
I'ma leave his ass in the lost and found
Heavy hitters goin' round for round

Versace lenses, I can't see bullshitters
Mama ain't raise no quitter
With my hitters and we poppin' jiggas
Codeine fuckin' up my liver
Versace lenses, I can't see bullshitters
Mama ain't raise no quitter
With my hitters and we poppin' jiggas
Codeine fuckin' up my liver

Real cowboy, I'ma push up a horsepower
It be movin' like I gave the horse powder
Bathing in money, I need me some more showers
She suckin' dick like she got whore powers
And the bitch jackin' off out while a bitch throwin' ones on me
Bitch, I got me, so put them buns on me
I just might drown, got Harvey Flood on it
My fishskin boots got somebody blood on 'em

Yeah, I feel like gettin' paid today, so I jump in this Escalade (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Rock out on 'em, pop out on 'em, I like presidents that passed away (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
This Glock gon' bust quick, watch it masturbate
You could die the faster way (oh, yeah, oh, yeah, wow, wow, baby)
Bitch, I'm on some stupid shit, eatin' chicken strips with ass today (uh-huh, uh-huh)

I poured some Wock' all on my cock and told her to suck it 'til she fall asleep (fall asleep)
Then I charged her for the drank 'cause hell nah, that shit ain't free (shit ain't free)
Powered up like NRG (NRG), big bank, I'm 'bout my cheese (I'm 'bout my cheese)
Wrist froze, might cause a freeze, blow the turkey pack like a breeze (like a breeze)
Ten packs, that's smalltime, we done graduated to the whole crop (the whole crop)
Top boy with a top model in the drop top gettin' top (drop top gettin' top)
Texas-made, that's off top, disrespect, might lose your top (might lose your top)
Never slip, gen four cock, but don't trip, I'm 'bout the guap (I'm 'bout my guap)

I'm player made up in some guap
Green dot, Glock lasered up (lasered up)
Grind hard, so I'm papered up
Rockets hat with a Lakers cup
Diamonds pop like 7-Up, eatin' this is it, 'bout to beat it up (I'm 'bout to beat it up)
Then pop a lick, pop the trunk, OT just Wock' the punch

Yeah, I feel like gettin' paid today, so I jump in this Escalade (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Rock out on 'em, pop out on 'em, I like presidents that passed away (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
This Glock gon' bust quick, watch it masturbate, you could die the faster way (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Bitch, I'm on some stupid shit, eatin' chicken strips with ass today (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, I feel like gettin' paid today, so I jump in this Escalade (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Rock out on 'em, pop out on 'em, I like presidents that passed away (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
This Glock gon' bust quick, watch it masturbate, you could die the faster way (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Bitch, I'm on some stupid shit, eatin' chicken strips with ass today (uh-huh, uh-huh)



Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Luckett, Brandon Pitre, Karandeep Singh, Virgil Gazca
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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