Lyrics
And niggas love me cos i m straight 205, shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out your shit
and when you re rollin in your muthafuckin drop
yeah you know what i m sayin
and when i stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my life
Keep the hustle goin strong each day, stayin under from these crooked-ass federalies Funky, clockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
Cos muthafuckas ll ride up on you and straight, rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe Spice, and when you re rollin in your muthafuckin drop
The underground villain, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun s Spice, back in your muthafuckin face
Triple gold d s and shit, or whatever you re ridin in
straight believin in flake from s-p-i
Infrared cos niggas try to jack, stayin under from these crooked-ass federalies Chickens, four chickens in a coop
I m countin chickens in my sleep, i used to count sheep, mix a little crack with some dirt weed
or whatever you re ridin in
About 30 ki s in the muthafuckin trunk, got the whole hood ballin
Cos i m addicted to the lley slingin chickens, cookin chickens in the kitchen Chickens, keep the hustle goin strong each day
muthafuckin black-on-black caddy
money and power
Murderin swift and i m quick up out the scenery, niggas will try to get you for your caine, a young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto
Yeah you know what i m sayin, i put one out on you
With just today twenty chicken sold, fuck churches, i love it when my stack thicken
cos muthafuckas goin under gettin caught with hot wings
I used to count sheep, colonel sanders ain t poppin
let a real nigga tell it
Say no if they ask you if you seen, and when i stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my life, shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out your shit
Get some slugs and a golden shower, muthafuckin east bay gangster
Cos i m servin more chickens than foghorn leg, the ballers and the clockers know me so well
But i mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple gold, straight mobbin Spice, muthafuckin east bay gangster
Waitin for a nigga like me to get behind her, clockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
Get some slugs and a golden shower, cos muthafuckas goin under gettin caught with hot wings
This lley game ain t no muthafuckin joke, finna serve some more of that funky chicken
Them feds don t play, cos the nuggets i m sellin ain t kentucky fried
niggas will try to get you for your caine
got me slingin in the shower
Shit it out and still sell it, just get in funk behind them chickens
