"Chick-fil-A" lyrics

Yeah, Big Za
Mhm, yeah, yeah (You won't leave him a clue? Please, for my man Taz)
Trap, Big Za, nigga

That bitch say trap boomin', all the junkies drivin' through like Chick-fil-A (Trap)
'Posed to link up with this bitch, forgot I had to catch my play (Damn)
Snapper talk that money talk, now he ain't got shit else to say
I'm smoking Lemon Pound Cake, four hundred a twenty-eight
Pull up in that- mmm, what the fuck you thought, baby?
Bitch ain't give me shit (No), made myself a boss, baby
Only thing I ever really ran from was the law, baby
And I'm built solid, I'ma lay down if I get caught, baby
Known for turning bitches on, known for gettin' it off, baby
This Bond No. 9 cologne and I'm dripped in sauce, baby
Fresher than a motherfucker, duckin', dodgin' undercover
Tried to trust a bitch before, never will I trust another
Pull up Bimmer X4 (Skrrt), pockets like a bag of Ruffles
Brodie love to keep his pole and he super quick to bust you
Ain't no gopher turtle, bitch, that mean I ain't goin' for nothin'
I remember I was a jit, neighbor seen me servin' junkies
You can't tell my mama shit, she already know I'm thuggin' (Facts)
Give a fuck about a bitch, I just want more cheese than Chuck E. (Bitch)
Caught a play when I was sleep, I guess I do this in my sleep (Facts)
Trappin' seven days a week, play with more sand than a beach
Bad bitch, ass like a peach, say she want a ocean view (Huh?)
Took that bitch to Comfort Suites
(DLow, we don't fuck with you), bitch, I ain't lose no sleep
Actin' like you on somethin', niggas know you cupcake (Pussy)
Ain't nan' one of us James Harden, you ain't gotta pump fake (Yup)
I can get you all you want to eat just like a buffet (Yup)
One call, hello? That'll get you duct taped
Ridin' low, keep making moves, he pillow talk like ladies do
I ain't finna play with you, find you somethin' safe to do

Nigga (Pussy), nigga (Nigga), nigga
Nigga (Pillow talk)
Keep making moves, he pillow talk like ladies do
I ain't finna play with you, find you somethin' safe to do