作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/George Stone III/Wesley Glass/Dylan Cleary-Krell

作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/George Stone III/Wesley Glass/Dylan Cleary-Krell

Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here)

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Keep all my money, chicken

Woah, woah

Married my money, chicken

Woah, woah

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

Sit down and stay down until you come up

Go **** 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 chokе

What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hеy, hey, hey, hey

Hundred 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 ****in' 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, chickens

Chickens, chickens

Chicken, chicken

Chicken

All I want it is chicken, chicken

Chickens, chickens

Chickens, chickens

Chicken, yeah

Pluto been ****in' this shit up, goin'

Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool

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 ****k 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

Chickens

Chickens, chickens

Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken

Chicken

All I want it is chicken, chicken

Chickens, chickens

Chickens, chickens

Chicken, yeah

Pluto been ****in' this shit up, goin'

Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool

Yeah, yeah, chicken

Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah