"Selling Chicken" lyrics
Yo Skinny, you wildin, nigga
Oh, you thought you niggas was cool? Ahhh
Oh, you thought you niggas was smooth? Ahhh
Tried to hit a lick, he thought I wouldn't have my tool, ah
Said he wanted beef, I eat that shit with my food—look
30 hollow bullets prolly fuck up your mood, ahhh
Dope fiends sniffin' that dust, huh
He can't get no front, cause I ain't give him no trust, huh
What the fuck you doin, actin' like you gon bust? Huh
Nigga got a gun so old, it prolly got rust, huh
Nigga, feds watch, prolly got keys in the Trackhawk
Every time I'm talkin' bout P's, it's a pack talk
Nigga, trap house filled with them fiends, they need crack rock
Bad bitch walkin' the blade on a back block
Police keep on tappin' the phone—shhh
Police keep on tappin' the phone, keep your voice down
Choppa came with extended mags, we got more rounds
Put a new suppressor on the chrome, it make no sound
Nigga, greedy with my 9
He said he be killin' shit, but I know he be lyin'
Push the pedal, in a second, Lamborghini flyin'
Hit the metal, I ain't skatin', you can see the grind
Rip it open, make his neck bone snap back
Black Panther, got the Hellcat matte black
Ice cream, I got my VVS's Cold Stone
Touch paper, let a bad bitch touch stone
Just hope the plastic gun don't jam when I be holdin' it
Her throat wasn't deep as I thought, so I broke a hole in it
I could flip a pound of the zazi in easy 4 minutes
I could cook it up in the kitchen like George Foreman did, nigga
Me and KFC is the same
Me and KFC is the same, we be sellin' chicken
Dope fiends losing their veins right outside the kitchen
Cocaine doin' its thang, watch me whip a brick in
Way I got these riches from flippin', tell me it was written
Shorty gave an apple that's bitten, but the fruit forbidden
We just gave the plug 20 thousand, we was counterfeitin'
Always keep the big 33, a nigga Scottie Pippen
I heard that you told like some bitches, why you niggas snitchin'?
I should probably play MLB, the way a nigga pitchin'
Swear the AMG on a mission, I be lane switchin'
Ever since I gave him a fix, he said he stayed itchin'
Nigga, ay
Said he want me dead in my Maybach, why would niggas say that?
Bullet proof the doors and the windows, pussy nigga, stay back
I'ma send them hollow tip payback where a nigga face at
Call that hollow tip Tempur-Pedic, make a nigga lay back
Oh, you thought you niggas was cool? Ahhh
Oh, you thought you niggas was smooth? Ahhh
Tried to hit a lick, he thought I wouldn't have my tool, ah
Said he wanted beef, I eat that shit with my food—look
30 hollow bullets prolly fuck up your mood, ahhh
Dope fiends sniffin' that dust, huh
He can't get no front, cause I ain't give him no trust, huh
What the fuck you doin, actin' like you gon bust? Huh
Nigga got a gun so old, it prolly got rust, huh
Nigga, feds watch, prolly got keys in the Trackhawk
Every time I'm talkin' bout P's, it's a pack talk
Nigga, trap house filled with them fiends, they need crack rock
Bad bitch walkin' the blade on a back block
Police keep on tappin' the phone—shhh
Police keep on tappin' the phone, keep your voice down
Choppa came with extended mags, we got more rounds
Put a new suppressor on the chrome, it make no sound
Nigga, greedy with my 9
He said he be killin' shit, but I know he be lyin'
Push the pedal, in a second, Lamborghini flyin'
Hit the metal, I ain't skatin', you can see the grind
Rip it open, make his neck bone snap back
Black Panther, got the Hellcat matte black
Ice cream, I got my VVS's Cold Stone
Touch paper, let a bad bitch touch stone
Just hope the plastic gun don't jam when I be holdin' it
Her throat wasn't deep as I thought, so I broke a hole in it
I could flip a pound of the zazi in easy 4 minutes
I could cook it up in the kitchen like George Foreman did, nigga
Me and KFC is the same
Me and KFC is the same, we be sellin' chicken
Dope fiends losing their veins right outside the kitchen
Cocaine doin' its thang, watch me whip a brick in
Way I got these riches from flippin', tell me it was written
Shorty gave an apple that's bitten, but the fruit forbidden
We just gave the plug 20 thousand, we was counterfeitin'
Always keep the big 33, a nigga Scottie Pippen
I heard that you told like some bitches, why you niggas snitchin'?
I should probably play MLB, the way a nigga pitchin'
Swear the AMG on a mission, I be lane switchin'
Ever since I gave him a fix, he said he stayed itchin'
Nigga, ay
Said he want me dead in my Maybach, why would niggas say that?
Bullet proof the doors and the windows, pussy nigga, stay back
I'ma send them hollow tip payback where a nigga face at
Call that hollow tip Tempur-Pedic, make a nigga lay back
Writer(s): Justin Kirkpatrick
