"Baked Chicken" lyrics
Damn, that boy swift on the beat
(I) Eatin' baked chicken, dirty rice, all the spinach (Yessir)
Bad bitch cookin'-ass, don't it look delicious? (Damn)
She just my type, big ass, big titties (Fat ass)
We ain't Cooking with Kya, we cook with these Benjies
Cool as a bitch, if it's up I'm a menace (If it's up, I'm a menace)
5K on one chain, it's a tennis (Bars)
'Fore I cop a grill, I'ma go and hit the dentist
Delete ya plug number, baby, 'cause I got plenty (Facts)
I'ma be off that- as Iong as I'm livin'
She gon' bust a- as long as I'm in it
She throwin' that- damn, I'm a killer (I)
Mez' in my cup, try my best not to spill it (But)
I'm in that cat, push the bitch, tryna spin it (Skrr, skrr)
Turn off the track, hit donuts 'til I'm dizzy
She callin' me back to back, think I ain't busy (On gang)
Roll up the door, get high
Get high as a SR-71 engine
Get lit, end up somewhere I ain't got no business
Twin hang out the back of the Lamb' with them switches
I love hear the sound of push start on my engine
Go hang with your kind, you should hang with them bitches
Run me my bread and make sure none shit missin'
I ain't tryna hear that so come on with it (On gang)
Yuh, five percent tinted whenever I'm ridin' in it
I got them hoes tryna find out who hidin' in it
Whip clean but illegal, it's just 'cause I'm slimy
If it ain't about bread, I ain't wastin' my time with it
I ain't tryna cuff, baby, just wanna dive in
She say that's cool, but I know she ain't fine with it (I)
Her body so tea, almost thought she was British
I'm tryna oil that shit up, but no Diddy
Whip the bitch out and bust all on her titties
I turn her back over, get straight back to business
I bust, I'm back at it, I don't need a minute
We round out the round, I'm still standin' up in it
I'm drunk off this drink and she get me replenished
Got her bustin' plenty 'fore I even finish
Widebody 'Cat I'm cuttin' up, gotta die with me
She never roll, if I smoke she get high with me (Yessir)
Put this shit on so we step, she get fly with me
Finna take five shit, ho no, I get wild in it
Soon as we get off the drank, bust it down in it
Soon as I touch the mic, they like, "Damn, he on fire with it"
Keep my fye on me, make sure they won't try me
Ridin' 'round with me, on God, I'ma slide witchu
Eatin' baked chicken, dirty rice, all the spinach (Yessir)
Bad bitch cookin'-ass, don't it look delicious?
She just my type, big ass, big titties
We ain't Cooking with Kya, we cook with these Benjies
Cool as a bitch, if it's up I'm a menace (I'm a menace)
5K on one chain, it's a tennis (Bars)
'Fore I cop a grill, I'ma go and hit the dentist
Delete ya plug number, baby, 'cause I got plenty (On gang)
Damn, that boy swift on the beat
(I) Eatin' baked chicken, dirty rice, all the spinach (Yessir)
Bad bitch cookin'-ass, don't it look delicious? (Damn)
She just my type, big ass, big titties (Fat ass)
We ain't Cooking with Kya, we cook with these Benjies
Cool as a bitch, if it's up I'm a menace (If it's up, I'm a menace)
5K on one chain, it's a tennis (Bars)
'Fore I cop a grill, I'ma go and hit the dentist
Delete ya plug number, baby, 'cause I got plenty (Facts)
I'ma be off that- as Iong as I'm livin'
She gon' bust a- as long as I'm in it
She throwin' that- damn, I'm a killer (I)
Mez' in my cup, try my best not to spill it (But)
I'm in that cat, push the bitch, tryna spin it (Skrr, skrr)
Turn off the track, hit donuts 'til I'm dizzy
She callin' me back to back, think I ain't busy (On gang)
Roll up the door, get high
Get high as a SR-71 engine
Get lit, end up somewhere I ain't got no business
Twin hang out the back of the Lamb' with them switches
I love hear the sound of push start on my engine
Go hang with your kind, you should hang with them bitches
Run me my bread and make sure none shit missin'
I ain't tryna hear that so come on with it (On gang)
Yuh, five percent tinted whenever I'm ridin' in it
I got them hoes tryna find out who hidin' in it
Whip clean but illegal, it's just 'cause I'm slimy
If it ain't about bread, I ain't wastin' my time with it
I ain't tryna cuff, baby, just wanna dive in
She say that's cool, but I know she ain't fine with it (I)
Her body so tea, almost thought she was British
I'm tryna oil that shit up, but no Diddy
Whip the bitch out and bust all on her titties
I turn her back over, get straight back to business
I bust, I'm back at it, I don't need a minute
We round out the round, I'm still standin' up in it
I'm drunk off this drink and she get me replenished
Got her bustin' plenty 'fore I even finish
Widebody 'Cat I'm cuttin' up, gotta die with me
She never roll, if I smoke she get high with me (Yessir)
Put this shit on so we step, she get fly with me
Finna take five shit, ho no, I get wild in it
Soon as we get off the drank, bust it down in it
Soon as I touch the mic, they like, "Damn, he on fire with it"
Keep my fye on me, make sure they won't try me
Ridin' 'round with me, on God, I'ma slide witchu
Eatin' baked chicken, dirty rice, all the spinach (Yessir)
Bad bitch cookin'-ass, don't it look delicious?
She just my type, big ass, big titties
We ain't Cooking with Kya, we cook with these Benjies
Cool as a bitch, if it's up I'm a menace (I'm a menace)
5K on one chain, it's a tennis (Bars)
'Fore I cop a grill, I'ma go and hit the dentist
Delete ya plug number, baby, 'cause I got plenty (On gang)
Damn, that boy swift on the beat
Writer(s): Bryce Laws, Vontrel Pringle
