Chicken time, set, set forever
R.I.P chicken, man that shit hurt me to my stomach If we get the drop, then we comin
Bronem be shooting like Jamal Murray (Grah) Pop out and aim for his nugget
30 on me out in public Them niggas know that we make it hotter than
Summer I tried to give you my heart but I couldn't,
She told me that she love me, I love money I gotta run up them bucks for Bucky
I told her better not run when we f*ckin' Folks tryna get on his ass but he duckin,
Im toating knockings with more than a dozen' they say that they out to get me
We would've did em like Ricky, but that nigga lucky
Pull up and we make it rain when it's sunny
I lost my brother shit ain't nothin' funny, Why you act like you was there when you wasn't?
I'm only seeing a couple He say he bending the grave, he diggin' his grave
So go ahead and give him a shovel
I got my G, lil' nigga, I ain't tryna box So why you think we finna scuffle?
Baddie still treat her like she nothin' special
You ain't the Cho, so don't get in my picture Boy if you scared better go see the reverend,
We be the ones who applying the pressure, they keep on dissing but that's not impressive
30 shots up and the clip is extended and My niggas stompin' on shit
(Grah) (Grah)
Can you not see I'm with steppers? Slide where they stay, that be how we address em
I'm wishing Bronem was living forever They gotta pay for that shit I remember
I was f*cked up, had to get it together Sayin' it with me, I be like, whatever
Know I'm the one, you still puttin' me second L.A. shoot first, he ain't askin' no question
Boomer checked out, cause he lacked by the telly So many bitches, but they be the same
This make me feel like I met you already Somebody tell them free Tesla already
I could just walk down to Chester with Lenny Now everybody GDK then
F*ck it, I guess we at war with the city Chicken time for you I'm pourin' up Henny
I f*ck up my liver, then I do it over Bro I'm hurtin', I hate being sober
Bro strike em down, I ain't talkin' bout bowling
Young nigga wanna be gang, he tryna score But he ain't even get his diploma
I know some niggas that's shooting for bronem And them niggas don't even know him
That boy rat', man he told and we know it you better not get too close or I'm blowin
(Grah) (like)
Stupid lil' nigga got hit, he was trollin
R.I.P. chicken man that shit hurt me to my stomach If we get the drop, then we comin
Bronem be shooting like Jamal Murray (Grah) pop out and aim for his nugget
30 on me out in public Them niggas know that we make it hotter than summer
I tried to give you my heart but I couldn't, she told me that she love me, I love money
I got a run up them bucks for Bucky, I told her better not run when we,
Folks tryna get on his ass but he I'm toating knocking with more than a
They say that they out to We would've did him like Ricky, but that nigga lucky
Pull up and we make it, like I lost my brother shit ain't nothin' funny
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Chicken time, set, set forever
R.I.P chicken, man that shit hurt me to my stomach If we get the drop, then we comin
Bronem be shooting like Jamal Murray (Grah) Pop out and aim for his nugget
30 on me out in public Them niggas know that we make it hotter than
Summer I tried to give you my heart but I couldn't,
She told me that she love me, I love money I gotta run up them bucks for Bucky
I told her better not run when we f*ckin' Folks tryna get on his ass but he duckin,
Im toating knockings with more than a dozen' they say that they out to get me
We would've did em like Ricky, but that nigga lucky
Pull up and we make it rain when it's sunny
I lost my brother shit ain't nothin' funny, Why you act like you was there when you wasn't?
I'm only seeing a couple He say he bending the grave, he diggin' his grave
So go ahead and give him a shovel
I got my G, lil' nigga, I ain't tryna box So why you think we finna scuffle?
Baddie still treat her like she nothin' special
You ain't the Cho, so don't get in my picture Boy if you scared better go see the reverend,
We be the ones who applying the pressure, they keep on dissing but that's not impressive
30 shots up and the clip is extended and My niggas stompin' on shit
(Grah) (Grah)
Can you not see I'm with steppers? Slide where they stay, that be how we address em
I'm wishing Bronem was living forever They gotta pay for that shit I remember
I was f*cked up, had to get it together Sayin' it with me, I be like, whatever
Know I'm the one, you still puttin' me second L.A. shoot first, he ain't askin' no question
Boomer checked out, cause he lacked by the telly So many bitches, but they be the same
This make me feel like I met you already Somebody tell them free Tesla already
I could just walk down to Chester with Lenny Now everybody GDK then
F*ck it, I guess we at war with the city Chicken time for you I'm pourin' up Henny
I f*ck up my liver, then I do it over Bro I'm hurtin', I hate being sober
Bro strike em down, I ain't talkin' bout bowling
Young nigga wanna be gang, he tryna score But he ain't even get his diploma
I know some niggas that's shooting for bronem And them niggas don't even know him
That boy rat', man he told and we know it you better not get too close or I'm blowin
(Grah) (like)
Stupid lil' nigga got hit, he was trollin
R.I.P. chicken man that shit hurt me to my stomach If we get the drop, then we comin
Bronem be shooting like Jamal Murray (Grah) pop out and aim for his nugget
30 on me out in public Them niggas know that we make it hotter than summer
I tried to give you my heart but I couldn't, she told me that she love me, I love money
I got a run up them bucks for Bucky, I told her better not run when we,
Folks tryna get on his ass but he I'm toating knocking with more than a
They say that they out to We would've did him like Ricky, but that nigga lucky
Pull up and we make it, like I lost my brother shit ain't nothin' funny
R.I.P chicken, man that shit hurt me to my stomach If we get the drop, then we comin
Bronem be shooting like Jamal Murray (Grah) Pop out and aim for his nugget
30 on me out in public Them niggas know that we make it hotter than
Summer I tried to give you my heart but I couldn't,
She told me that she love me, I love money I gotta run up them bucks for Bucky
I told her better not run when we f*ckin' Folks tryna get on his ass but he duckin,
Im toating knockings with more than a dozen' they say that they out to get me
We would've did em like Ricky, but that nigga lucky
Pull up and we make it rain when it's sunny
I lost my brother shit ain't nothin' funny, Why you act like you was there when you wasn't?
I'm only seeing a couple He say he bending the grave, he diggin' his grave
So go ahead and give him a shovel
I got my G, lil' nigga, I ain't tryna box So why you think we finna scuffle?
Baddie still treat her like she nothin' special
You ain't the Cho, so don't get in my picture Boy if you scared better go see the reverend,
We be the ones who applying the pressure, they keep on dissing but that's not impressive
30 shots up and the clip is extended and My niggas stompin' on shit
(Grah) (Grah)
Can you not see I'm with steppers? Slide where they stay, that be how we address em
I'm wishing Bronem was living forever They gotta pay for that shit I remember
I was f*cked up, had to get it together Sayin' it with me, I be like, whatever
Know I'm the one, you still puttin' me second L.A. shoot first, he ain't askin' no question
Boomer checked out, cause he lacked by the telly So many bitches, but they be the same
This make me feel like I met you already Somebody tell them free Tesla already
I could just walk down to Chester with Lenny Now everybody GDK then
F*ck it, I guess we at war with the city Chicken time for you I'm pourin' up Henny
I f*ck up my liver, then I do it over Bro I'm hurtin', I hate being sober
Bro strike em down, I ain't talkin' bout bowling
Young nigga wanna be gang, he tryna score But he ain't even get his diploma
I know some niggas that's shooting for bronem And them niggas don't even know him
That boy rat', man he told and we know it you better not get too close or I'm blowin
(Grah) (like)
Stupid lil' nigga got hit, he was trollin
R.I.P. chicken man that shit hurt me to my stomach If we get the drop, then we comin
Bronem be shooting like Jamal Murray (Grah) pop out and aim for his nugget
30 on me out in public Them niggas know that we make it hotter than summer
I tried to give you my heart but I couldn't, she told me that she love me, I love money
I got a run up them bucks for Bucky, I told her better not run when we,
Folks tryna get on his ass but he I'm toating knocking with more than a
They say that they out to We would've did him like Ricky, but that nigga lucky
Pull up and we make it, like I lost my brother shit ain't nothin' funny
Writer: Kalief Bailey
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