[Future] Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here) Woah, woah Woah, woah Keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah Married my money, chicken Woah, woah
[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
[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´?
Chicken All I want it is chicken, chicken Chickens, chickens Chickens, chickens Chicken, yeah
[Future] Pluto been fuckin´ this shit up, goin´ Yeah, I ain´t goin´ nowhere without my tool
[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
[Future] Chickens Chickens, chickens Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken Chicken All I want it is chicken, chicken Chickens, chickens Chickens, chickens Chicken, yeah
[Future] Pluto been fuckin´ this shit up, goin´ Yeah, I ain´t goin´ nowhere without my tool