Flippin Chickens Aystar

[Chorus]
Ever seen a four-pound in a whip?
Knowing that you can't get stopped 'cause you'll get nicked
I heard your main man turned to a snitch
As soon as the book got thrown, he went to bits
I've been kinda quiet, now I'm back up on my shit
'Cause there's too many dead rappers up in the mix
They're all flipping chickens and whipping up in the kitchen
But they ain't sending money to their niggas in the prison system

[Verse 1]
Free T, he won't let me send him P
'Cause this nigga's got more money than me
When he lands, you know we're going on a spree
I know thе first thing he's gonna say is "Where's thе weed?"
The ganja man, ever seen a man smoke a whole Z?
In one day, well that's T, madman
Ever seen a man like me with a Rambo?
You don't want to, I'll hack knees like a cab man
Madman, you ain't never grabbed man
Or wrapped up niggas in the hood, you've never jacked man
I've had access to AK's like Afghans
And the SA80, coulda grabbed that
But I don't want that, imagine tryna slap that
I asked bro, "How you tryna move around with that akh?"
He said, "I'll slap it on the field right now"
I said, "Yeah, you'll have the fucking Navy SEALs tryna clap back"