"Pickled Eggs & Hot Chips" lyrics

With an F&N, it ain't no man I fear
I'm a street nigga, baby, eatin' pickled eggs and hot chips

Uh, I'm a street nigga, baby, eatin' pickled eggs and hot chips
Five percent, I tint my whip, Glock came with an extended clip
I jumped off the porch as a teenager, I'm really out here
Run down on a nigga and cremate him, get him up out of here
I'm from Broward, they respect me in Houston like I'm Lil Flip
Servin' powder, I can sell you a dime, I can sell you a zip
I just paid two hundred a line, you can't get a sip (Yeah)
Pocket full of blues like a Crip, hustle like I'm Nip (Yeah)

I'm a street nigga, baby, eatin' pickled eggs and hot chips
Sweatin' over the stove with them pots, this ain't water whipped
I just paid two hundred a line, you can't get a sip
I can't serve a nigga for twenty dollars 'cause this shit top tier (Uh)
In the trap somethin' like a magician, I make it disappear
Turkey bags, lookin' like thanksgiving, shit come vacuum sealed
I jumped off the porch as a teenager, I'm really out here
You ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna hear that broke shit in my ear
Pocket full of blues like a Crip, hustle like I'm Nip
Pull up in a Corvette, hit the gas, my engine in the rear
Glizzy on my hip, only nigga I trust is my engineer
Posted on the block with an F&N, it ain't no man I fear

Uh, I'm a street nigga, baby, eatin' pickled eggs and hot chips
Five percent, I tint my whip, Glock came with an extended clip
I jumped off the porch as a teenager, I'm really out here
Run down on a nigga and cremate him, get him up out of here
I'm from Broward, they respect me in Houston like I'm Lil Flip
Servin' powder, I can sell you a dime, I can sell you a zip
I just paid two hundred a line, you can't get a sip
Pocket full of blues like a Crip, hustle like I'm Nip