Chasing Chicken

Yeah, young niggas, but, we gettin' chicken, so they hate the kid Bad bitch, keep tryna trap me, askin' me to make a kid Dummy boy for fuckin' with us, death sound like your make a wish Main hoe, my favorite bitch, snack, but I won't taste the bitch Beat loud like we bangin' shit, real nigga, I ain't changin' shit Posted with my brothas, that's who I'm hangin' with Real steppas got it out the mud, our shoes got stains and shit And I don't trust a soul, which means that I can't do relationships Hard for me to sit with none, if I'm broke, I'll get a poppin Did it once before, I'll do it again, just without the robbin Niggas like it when you broke, touch a bag, now you the problem Baby, why you actin' like you leavin' when I got other options When I got other options, I don't need the rock Cause I been scorin', let me pass, like Stockton Niggas out here pussy actin' tough, but then be playin' possum Bein' real, you niggas shouldn't beef if you got empty pockets Yeah, young niggas, but, we gettin' chicken, so they hate the kid Bad bitch, keep tryna trap me, askin' me to make a kid Dummy boy for fuckin' with us, death sound like your make a wish Main hoe, my favorite bitch, snack, but I won't taste the bitch Beat loud like we bangin' shit, real nigga, I ain't changin' shit Posted with my brothas, that's who I'm hangin' with Real steppas, got it out the mud, our shoes got stains and shit And I don't trust a soul, which means that I can't do relationships Sitting back, smokin' on that Za, it got me high, call it ceiling pack Sleepy till it's 2055, like the guy who rap Really, I be beatin' up the pussy, till I hear, finish that Put her ass to sleep and block her number, I ain't spinnin' back She been tryna blow my line and stress me, so I'm fallin' back I don't love the bitch, it's just the pussy that got me callin' back Send my lil' bro to the store and have that nigga haulin' ass Real nigga gettin' to the cheese, the big dawg start a pack Yeah, and you know this, Chris Tucker shit But nigga, I'm the one who wrote this Lucki while I'm faded out, feelin' like I'm chosen Make it hard for me to feel and make it harder just to focus No matter what, I still got motion I don't plan on signing deals, but keep my options open I'm the best one comin' up, tryna make a name like Sosa Man, this shit just way too easy, keep on goin' when the beat is over This shit still ain't over, money gettin' longer By the days, I been gettin' older Know some niggas ridin' round with K's, but never been a soldier Movin' slow, gon' get you left behind, yeah, that's the shit I told her Young niggas, but, we gettin' chicken, so they hate the kid Bad bitch, keep tryna trap me, askin' me to make a kid Dummy boy for fuckin' with us, death sound like your make a wish Main hoe, my favorite bitch, snack, but I won't taste the bitch Beat loud like we bangin' shit, real nigga, I ain't changin' shit Posted with my brothas, that's who I'm hangin' with Real steppers got it out the mud, our shoes got stains and shit So I don't trust a soul, which means that I can't do relationships So you know, our shoes got stains and shit