chicken walker - chicken p lyrics
[intro]
it’s recordin’, gang?
alright, reset it
ayy, hmm, ayy
[verse]
they wanna see some gangster sh*t, i’m finna show they ass
i was too busy buyin’ books, b*tch, i ain’t go to class
get in the field, my n*gga, you gon’ need some shoulder pads
mm, i’m in the demon doin’ one*thirty, i might just do the dash
hmm, i’m just like a duracell, b*tch, i was built to last
hmm, put this belt on the lil’ n*gga right after i whoop his ass
hmm, i need thirty minutes, whip this brick, i’ll cook it fast
you see this watch that i got on, i could’ve copped the jag’
hmm, n*ggas payin’ for that p*ssy, you should’ve copped a bag
i don’t wanna hear ’bout what you did, them other n*ggas has*been (hmm)
every n*gga played with me, we put ’em in the casket
i need a natural b*tch, i’m tired of buyin’ my b*tches lashes
i got water on my neck, on my wrist, see thеse b*tches splashin’
i’m in miami in the ghost, i’m startin’ to feel likе casper
this lil’ b*tch just put the head on me and i ain’t even ask her
i popped a pint of tris, you hear my voice gettin’ raspy
huh*huh*hmm, huh*huh, and make sure they can hear me
bag so many onions in this b*tch, my eyes gettin’ teary
thousand*mile drive all alone, it’s just me and siri
huh, i see a rich n*gga when i look in the mirror
amiri for the denim, baby, i don’t no denim tearin’
you ain’t wrap ’em right before you sent ’em, pass interference, huh
i paint a picture clear, who could paint it clearer? hmm
they ain’t got no money, they shoppin’ in the clearance, huh
i been gettin’ money, boy, go ask my parents
spent five thousand for a ‘fit, i still ain’t get to wear it
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout where i’m at, go’n try it, boy, i dare you
hit your ass with this 10 milli’, boy, i don’t do no sparin’
hmm, i don’t do no carin’, i don’t give no f*ck
you in trouble, boy, i got like fifty thousand wrapped up in this duffle, huh
tell a b*tch i wanna f*ck before i say, “i love you”
hmm, b*tch, i rap my real life, now who gon’ say i’m bluffin’?
hmm, i get to talkin’ ’bout this cash, i don’t hear them sayin’ nothin’
i spent three thousand for a pound of blueberry cruffin
poured a whole pint, one more ounce and i’m gon’ need some crutches
a hundred*fifty of ’em on the flight, b*tch, i’m gon’ need more luggage
i can’t move this sh*t by myself, b*tch, i’m gon’ need my brothers
money conversation, ain’t got no paper, you just need to hush it
shh, haha, shut the f*ck up
hundred ‘bows in here with no label, i don’t know what’s what
drunk a whole fifth of dom, these b*tches better help me up
got me in that room, i kept it solid, i ain’t tell ’em nothin’ (shh)
n*gga get to talkin’ ’bout that paper, i could tell he bluffin’
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout some old k!lls, i could tell he rusty
hmm, ayy, somebody tell that boy get active
get your ass k!lled for a thousand, boy, i be with smackers
i’ma spend this pape’ while i’m alive ’cause you can’t spend it after
i’m lane hoggin’ in the trx, lil’ b*tch, this ain’t no raptor, huh
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