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de Chicken P

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Bust one I
Hop out ten killers, two BP’s in the parking lot, this shit for real
This the shit I can't even talk about, niggas get to playin' with that cheese
We done lost my top, show you how to cook a quarter key up in a coffee pot
Can't no nigga call my pain, no nigga call me out
Drop a brick on him like I be about Stalin, uh-huh

Yeah, I used to hide the books at T.T. Tyrone
My celly's first plea was 30, I watched him cry about it
I was dead broke, out here grinding, I wasn't around no nigga
To scratch my back, I'm scratching the streets up in this Wraith
Like back to back, I'm back to back

I'm like a chiropractor, 50K in cash, got thigh pads
I don't like a linebacker, .357 Glock, I dropped the rock
But I ain't tryna wrestle
$250, 000 all profit, got her mind scattered

Quit talkin' 'bout a hundred thousand, I'm beyond that
Nigga, I done ran up some millions with my comrades
Nigga, I'm like—
I'm on the East Side, smokin' bowls like they dime bags
I don't like gettin' my dick sucked in the car 'cause I drive fast

Glock 10mm, 29, this bitch compact
I flew here for 250 pounds, but I'm gon' drive back
Wanna get some money? Come on, let me show you where the sign at

Ayy, just follow me real quick, money
Get you together real fast
She ain't need no long process or nothin', my nigga
Yeah, we turned up and I'm in it

My nigga, just follow me
I might lose my head, I'm fuckin' hard on body, uh
I don't wanna hear about your Lambo trucks or Maybachs
I already bought 'em

100 bowls in my luggage, I'm flyin' through Delta
I pray the dog don't sniff it
My goal was to make a mil', I did, now I want 150

These bitches in the Cadillac
Rich, real BP, the cat about himself a couple
Get my jeweler too, can't relate to that
100 bowls, put it in the you-Haul truck, I'm prayin' they make it back

Fuckin' a model from the back
No condom, still had 66 things, all I did, that
She fucked real, I killed my cousin, I chose her

Like, really hurt you, swaggin', shiverin'
Image, I can't fuck it up
I can't keep a ho for nothin', fuck shit like I set her

So I got my gun every store, I got my drum
Every time I got my uh
I hit rock bottom so much, I thought I had war with the top

Bitch, I ain't a problem, let another nigga—
Why don't you put that work for me?

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