MO' CHICKEN

Yeah, ayy, what you do, dub? I take money, f*ck bitches I take money, f*ck bitches I take money, f*ck bitches You see them Glocks, nigga? They came with switches Niggas play with us, they gettin' airlifted I'm a fat nigga, I need mo' chicken Won't get a name up in my song, don't do no dissin A nigga play with us, he gon' end up missin I ball hard, nigga, like a piston My diamonds shinin', nigga, yeah, my shit glistenin That's the type of shit that leave your bitch missin A lot of snakes up in the grass, I hear them hissin But this Glock up on my hip, make em it keep distance The way I got aim, bitch, it's no missin Yeah, no missin I jump right up in that trap, turn right into a roadrunner I was trappin' back when niggas was still active on Tumblr He got hit with a couple shots, turn nigga right into a tumbler I don't get active online, nigga, I'm right up on your bumper Walk around the bitty, bitch, you know I got that thumper And that bitch automatic like a Kyrie Irving jumper Gotta bring the fanny pack out, can't conceal it in the summer You play with me one time, nigga, that's gon' be your worst blunder I was eating with a nigga that stabbed me in the back, no last supper Asked about double O, he still a ten when he was outnumbered Was that bitch for me? I don't know, some days I wonder Ultra protective with my heart, I put my shit up in a bunker Couldn't see myself bein' the prey, so nigga, I turned into the hunter I got Shai and Chet, up in my pocket, bitch, I bring the thunder You'll be in that hospital room, your heart rate start to plunder Asked about double O,, Mr. Ship the bowl Mr. Take ya hoe, Mr. Put it in her face Mr. Even sell the shake, Mr. Pop up to ya wake Mr. My life fuckin' great, bitch, I feel like Ricky Bobby Bitch, I'm Mr. Shake and Bake, Mr. Rob and fucking take Mr. Heat his fuckin' face, Mr. Dodge the fuckin' case Mr. Skip the fuckin' state, Mr. get money anywhere Mr. F*ck a bitch in the tier, Mr. I don't give a f*ck about designer Bitch, I used to wear Roc-a-wear, Mr. I ain't doin' it on purpose But I keep shittin' on my peers, Mr. you ain't even gotta get close You can see them diamonds clear, Mr. pop up to ya spot Mr. tote them fuckin' glocks, Mr. make this shit hot Nigga, I break down any block, cause I get money I f*ck bitches, you need some money Come get with me, any block, ya on I'll pull up in a Jiffy They can't track the blick, nigga, it came from Mississippi