Chicken - Intellectual

[Intro]

Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies (It’s Great John beats baby)

(Great John on the beat by the way)

Chicken-chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies

I'm doing shit you imagine, ayy

I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ayy

[Verse 1]

I used to trap, flip, we doin’ shit you imagine, ayy

Ran up at Saks Fifth, I spent a brick on the fashion

My body different, that's all she could say when we kick it

I just seen the opps, had them dodgin' and dippin'

Popped a Perc' and that shit had me trippin', ayy

Run up, ayy (Run up), I get you done up

I ain't trustin' a soul, that’s a set up

Told lil’ bro let off shots, never let up

If they slip, then we slide, get wet up

You ain't really outside, then shut up

No, you can’t sit with the gang, gotta get up

Pull up with gang, we got fifty or better, ayy

Fuck around, make it hot in December

I know my heart cold, I was born in the winter

And this ice on my neck make 'em shiver

Told lil' mama, "Come fuck with a winner"

Had my shooters pull up in the sprinter

Boy you food, then we lookin' for dinner

They can’t see in this whip 'cause it's tinted

I'm smokin' on dope, this is not for beginners, ayy

[Chorus]

We gettin' chicken, chicken

That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ayy

You know they don't love you, hey

They just tryna get the riches, ayy

Get it (Huh), flip it, if he talkin' down, I'ma lift it

Niggas participatin' in snitchin'

You can't take the heat, better get out the kitchen

[Verse 2]

Ain't no contemplatin', get to clickin'

You know I'm picky, don't know who I'm pickin'

(Sleepy, why you outside of this club?)

'Cause they said that we can't get the grip in

No feelin', John gon' cook up the beat, I'ma kill it

I can't fuck with the fake, I'm the realest

Big EBK, shoot your shot, then we dippin'

Ayy, boy, we steppin'

If he move incorrect, I correct him

He get popped like a quiz when we test him

Rap with the opps, we throw shots at the session

Ayy, that's impressive

Rubber band on the clip, I'ma stretch 'em

Rubber band on the bread when I check it

Drop me the addy, I bet I address it

Ayy, never stress it

Just make sure that I get all my credit

We treat bullets like butter, we spread it

All over blocks, tell the opps that we blooded

Ayy, never said it

Choppa burnin' like Usher, I let it

If he beef with the gang, ain't no dead it

It ain't no peace with the gang, that's a lesson, ayy