Told that nigga watch out, cause its bouta get unchy'
I told him bring that wock out, we bout to make a wockie' slushy
Yeah, I always got a chop, can't nann' nigga touch me
I got two on watch out, can't nann' nigga rush me
I be cool to lose a bitch, but I can't lose a custy
I be quick to lose a bitch if she actually smellin' musty
I ain't playin' dice with niggas, all these niggas actin' unchy'
I'm not really one for jokes, I don't really be actin' funny
Niggas always cuttin' shit, you gotta pour the act in front of me
Really gotta whip that fork, if you let it sit, it's gettin' chunky
I ain't goin' back and forth if it's bout the damn money
Once I get off probation, I take a trip out the country
I ain't servin' no army, I'd rather serve a damn junkie
I wasn't tryin' to learn in school, bitch, show me that damn monkey
On that pick pocket shit, that n***a really tried to bump me
My ex always talkin' shit cause deep down, that bitch love me
Im moving chickens in them corners, you would think this shit was Chick-fil-A
I be pullin' up on my good man's, I'm bout to grab a stick today
My bro did a B&E, tryna show me what he did today
A Nigga had to get my bread up, like I really f*ck with Dave
Every week I f*ck my pockets up, I ain't really one to save
Back flips on a beam, nigga, I could never lose balance
Call me agent 990, cause all I wear is New Balance
These niggas movin' hot as hell, watch what you do around em'
Exotic Geo - Chic-Fil-A Lyrics
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Told that nigga watch out, cause its bouta get unchy'
I told him bring that wock out, we bout to make a wockie' slushy
Yeah, I always got a chop, can't nann' nigga touch me
I got two on watch out, can't nann' nigga rush me
I be cool to lose a bitch, but I can't lose a custy
I be quick to lose a bitch if she actually smellin' musty
I ain't playin' dice with niggas, all these niggas actin' unchy'
I'm not really one for jokes, I don't really be actin' funny
Niggas always cuttin' shit, you gotta pour the act in front of me
Really gotta whip that fork, if you let it sit, it's gettin' chunky
I ain't goin' back and forth if it's bout the damn money
Once I get off probation, I take a trip out the country
I ain't servin' no army, I'd rather serve a damn junkie
I wasn't tryin' to learn in school, bitch, show me that damn monkey
On that pick pocket shit, that n***a really tried to bump me
My ex always talkin' shit cause deep down, that bitch love me
Im moving chickens in them corners, you would think this shit was Chick-fil-A
I be pullin' up on my good man's, I'm bout to grab a stick today
My bro did a B&E, tryna show me what he did today
A Nigga had to get my bread up, like I really f*ck with Dave
Every week I f*ck my pockets up, I ain't really one to save
Back flips on a beam, nigga, I could never lose balance
Call me agent 990, cause all I wear is New Balance
These niggas movin' hot as hell, watch what you do around em'
I told him bring that wock out, we bout to make a wockie' slushy
Yeah, I always got a chop, can't nann' nigga touch me
I got two on watch out, can't nann' nigga rush me
I be cool to lose a bitch, but I can't lose a custy
I be quick to lose a bitch if she actually smellin' musty
I ain't playin' dice with niggas, all these niggas actin' unchy'
I'm not really one for jokes, I don't really be actin' funny
Niggas always cuttin' shit, you gotta pour the act in front of me
Really gotta whip that fork, if you let it sit, it's gettin' chunky
I ain't goin' back and forth if it's bout the damn money
Once I get off probation, I take a trip out the country
I ain't servin' no army, I'd rather serve a damn junkie
I wasn't tryin' to learn in school, bitch, show me that damn monkey
On that pick pocket shit, that n***a really tried to bump me
My ex always talkin' shit cause deep down, that bitch love me
Im moving chickens in them corners, you would think this shit was Chick-fil-A
I be pullin' up on my good man's, I'm bout to grab a stick today
My bro did a B&E, tryna show me what he did today
A Nigga had to get my bread up, like I really f*ck with Dave
Every week I f*ck my pockets up, I ain't really one to save
Back flips on a beam, nigga, I could never lose balance
Call me agent 990, cause all I wear is New Balance
These niggas movin' hot as hell, watch what you do around em'
Writer: Exotic Geo
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