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, ayy
I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ayy
I used to trap, flip, we doin' 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 dodgin' 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 trustin' 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 fifty 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 lookin' 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 gettin' 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 talkin' down, I'ma lift it
Niggas participatin' in snitchin'
You can't take the heat, better get out the kitchen
Ain't no contemplatin', get to clickin'
You know I'm picky, don't know who I'm pickin'
(Sleepy, why you outside of this club?)
'Cause they said that we can't get the grip in
No feelin', 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 quiz 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 'em
Rubber band on the bread when I check it
Drop me the addy, I bet I address it
Ayy, never stress it
Just make sure that I get all my credit
We treat bullets like butter, we spread it
All over blocks, tell the opps that we blooded
Ayy, never said it
Choppa burnin' 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 gettin' 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 talkin' down, I'ma lift it
Niggas participatin' in snitchin'
You can't take the heat, better get out the kitchen
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