CHICKENS (feat. RSG Guala)

Chickens on me, ain't no Popeyes Heard he want some beef, okay I'm pullin' up with five guys Hear me fly by, off this dope boy I be sky high You can have the hoe, she just a chicken She is not mine Hoppin' out the Jeep I'm fresh to death Still let my Glee hang Air Max ninety fives goin' stomp on shit, that's why my feet stink Run it up then pass it to my youngin like a relay Hoppin' on the slab, I'm pushin' ninety on the Eway Felipe said let him know when the dope comin' through Bumpin' We Paid, pink and blue bills what I'm thumbin' through You can't come around, won't give you the run around We don't fuck with you Got a hundred rounds, I bet we goin' flood 'em out 'til they gushin' goo Fuck the booth I'm a talk my shit everywhere that I go I ain't violent unless I'm provoked, run up I'll blast the pole Killin' spree, I'm taggin' toes Jump in and I'm smashin' bro Left his body in the ocean, threw it off the paddle boat With a brick tied around his throat My youngins sick, Edgar Allen Poe Throw me the cat ain't talkin' calico, exotic Navajo My homie said pass it to him like fuck it, have a go She just a chicken I ain't tryin' to wife the bitch unless she in the kitchen Search party for her, he said that his bitch went missin' She post me on her story I ain't give the hoe permission Now he blowin' her phone up, every call she goin' dismiss it Chickens on me, ain't no Popeyes Heard he want some beef, okay I'm pullin' up with five guys Hear me fly by, off this dope boy I be sky high You can have the hoe, she just a chicken She is not mine Told his ass mane you can have the hoe 'cause she is not mine RSG and BG in this bitch, hoe we them fly guys Ask me how many times his hoe hit, I told him five times Hit the hoe, give her back like a rental, done with my time I just took his bitch now he mad, I think I know why Your lil' bitch she tryin' to come fuck, she think I'm so fly Ski mask on my face with the chopper, I think it's go time You ain't with the shit that you rappin' 'bout, that shit so lies Yeah I'm flexin', you know I got that weapon This a Glock, no Smith and Wesson, keep that bitch just for protection You run up, you learn your lesson I be stretchin' and finessin' They assumin' shit, they guessin', I'm a let 'em, I ain't tellin' I be with them members on the block, lil' bitch we posted up Seven six two draco, that's my baby, I'm a load it up I just copped a pint of that Wocky, I'm finna pour it up I think I'm a pour up another, ain't movin' slow enough I just made a play in the east, then made one in the bay Think I got to get a new spot, they find out where I stay Pushin' weight, I'm workin' this scale just tryin' to make a way Everybody changin' and leavin' but all this money stay No cap