[Intro]
Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies (It’s Great John beats baby)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Chicken-chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies
I'm doing shit you imagine, ayy
I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ayy
[Verse 1]
I used to trap, flip, we doin’ shit you imagine, ayy
Ran up at Saks Fifth, I spent a brick on the fashion
My body different, that's all she could say when we kick it
I just seen the opps, had them dodgin' and dippin'
Popped a Perc' and that shit had me trippin', ayy
Run up, ayy (Run up), I get you done up
I ain't trustin' a soul, that’s a set up
Told lil’ bro let off shots, never let up
If they slip, then we slide, get wet up
You ain't really outside, then shut up
No, you can’t sit with the gang, gotta get up
Pull up with gang, we got fifty or better, ayy
Fuck around, make it hot in December
I know my heart cold, I was born in the winter
And this ice on my neck make 'em shiver
Told lil' mama, "Come fuck with a winner"
Had my shooters pull up in the sprinter
Boy you food, then we lookin' for dinner
They can’t see in this whip 'cause it's tinted
I'm smokin' on dope, this is not for beginners, ayy
Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies (It’s Great John beats baby)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Chicken-chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies
I'm doing shit you imagine, ayy
I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ayy
[Verse 1]
I used to trap, flip, we doin’ shit you imagine, ayy
Ran up at Saks Fifth, I spent a brick on the fashion
My body different, that's all she could say when we kick it
I just seen the opps, had them dodgin' and dippin'
Popped a Perc' and that shit had me trippin', ayy
Run up, ayy (Run up), I get you done up
I ain't trustin' a soul, that’s a set up
Told lil’ bro let off shots, never let up
If they slip, then we slide, get wet up
You ain't really outside, then shut up
No, you can’t sit with the gang, gotta get up
Pull up with gang, we got fifty or better, ayy
Fuck around, make it hot in December
I know my heart cold, I was born in the winter
And this ice on my neck make 'em shiver
Told lil' mama, "Come fuck with a winner"
Had my shooters pull up in the sprinter
Boy you food, then we lookin' for dinner
They can’t see in this whip 'cause it's tinted
I'm smokin' on dope, this is not for beginners, ayy
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