[Intro: Future] Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here) Woah, woah Woah, woah Keep all my money, chicken Woah, woah Married my money, chicken Woah, woah
[Chorus: Future] Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings) Chickens, chickens Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine) Chickens, chickens All I talk it is chickens, chickens (All I, all I talk 'bout racks) Chickens, chickens Chickens, chickens Kitchen
[Verse 1: Future] Sit down and stay down until you come up Go fuck an M&M up on the truck Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row Without this Richard, my swag up to par Over three M&Ms just on the car Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't choke What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey All the bitches, they calling me Chamberlain New millennium, look like an alien Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in I take off, see the fire out the tail end Tell the troops up and load up a caravan I maneuver, but I got a ratchet Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (Crash it) When you dealing with demons, we careless Different levels to hitters and bad bitches I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit On the E-way, I know you can't catch me Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up Get together in leather and cut it up Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers (Wheezy outta here) How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
[Chorus: Future] Chicken, chickens Chickens, chickens Chicken, chicken Chicken All I want it is chicken, chicken Chickens, chickens Chickens, chickens Chicken, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Future] Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin' Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
[Verse 2: EST Gee] Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack On me even OT like I don't know how to lack This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back Slime language, phone might be tapped Five racks make her lay on her back Pop me another one, try and relax Save the opinions, I just want the facts Do your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn time Do them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five? I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
[Chorus: Future] Chickens Chickens, chickens Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken Chicken All I want it is chicken, chicken Chickens, chickens Chickens, chickens Chicken, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Future] Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin' Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
[Outro: Future] Yeah, yeah, chicken Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
