start it off - chicken p lyrics
[intro]
yeah
big chicken, b*tch
(keep that sh*t low*key, tae)
yeah
talk sh*t, ayy
[verse]
talk sh*t and get fired of your sh*t, b*tch
i’m a dope dealer, baby, i just be on pimp sh*t
quarter brick over the stove, get your wrist lit
boy, sit down and stack them pounds off them quick flips
skateboarder, i just grind, i don’t kickflip
karate chop a brick like a ninja, b*tch
i’m the neighborhood dope fan, i’m who they spendin’ with
i’m the reason why the rent late, i came with fenty bricks
yeah, drug task on my ass, heard i’ve been gettin’ rich
really rich, construction on the way, b*tch, i’ve been flippin’ bricks
versacе flavor, filet mignon my steak, it came from powdеr flips
fire, this sh*t potent than a b*tch, just go ask rodger ‘nem
big loads, cuz got ‘bows like ghost, he gettin’ that power in
vvss on my neck, this sh*t be wet just like a showerhead
a lot of heads while i’m servin’ dope, i’m on a lot of meds
i just took two 30s, popped an addy and drunk a lot of red
these n*ggas know what up with me, these b*tches know i f*ck for free
lil’ n*gga, you can starve or you can get with us and eat
[?] on the harden, i’ma leave it in the street
all my n*ggas, they hyenas, n*gga, all we know is eat
n*gga, where you wanna meet? (yeah) pick a time, pick a street (yeah)
i be ridin’ with my heat, hundred round in my seat
these n*ggas don’t head down, when it’s time, we gon’ feast
these n*ggas ain’t my rounds, bg rounds in the street (yeah, huh)
n*ggas know i ain’t just talkin’
bronem know i keep a—
b*tch, i know i’m goin’ fed so be careful how you talking
real dealer, i ain’t worried ’bout no suits or ’bout no offering
i ain’t worried ’bout no officer, no, i don’t do no talkin’
i can’t worry ’bout no n*ggas that ain’t worried ’bout the profit
word runnin’ through the load, i ain’t worried ’bout no offering
i be worried ’bout them bricks like i’m tryna build some houses
i ain’t worried ’bout this glock jammin’ on none of my opps
came with his b*tch’ll wet you and your whole posse
i’m a motherf*ckin’ legend, how the f*ck is they gon’ stop me?
i told my junkie drive the 106 and park, i call her [?]
i got my eight off in the crib, they ain’t know i was a n*z*
believe in love at first sight, baby knew i was her papi
i’m notorious, these knots on me, they big, i’m getting by
don’t get a ticket, b*tch, i grab my digi on me in the pocket
check the weather, b*tch, it’s tropic, in miami auntie shoppin’
[?] came white and rose, why your gold look like topic?
what you buyin’? is you coppin’? if you can’t, i gotta stop you
ask the point lil’ f*ckin’ doors, i catch a hubble with a noggin
got a glizzy, i ain’t found, ain’t mayweather, i ain’t finna box
i don’t play, boy, i ain’t carti, i don’t milly rock
this that [?], come with twenty shots, i’m still servin’ when it’s hot
ain’t gotta come and get me, boy, you crazy think i’m finna stop, yeah
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