[Intro: Chicken P]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, uh
Hmm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Hmm, alright
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Ayy, huh
[Chorus: Chicken P]
Roof panoramic, huh, Porsche panamera
Walmart, buyin' a blender, fllirtin' with the cashier
Collect call, press five for me, that was last year (Ooh)
What I made last night, I just dropped a half pint
[Verse: Chicken P]
Lil' nigga, that's a eight, I got a eight poured on ice
She done got two nuts out me, bitch, I'm straight for the night
Sent the lil' bitch to Miami for her shape, get it right, huh
Told the bitch to arch it, baby, shake it how I like it
I payed four thousand for this car, watch the mirrors, this a striker, huh
I ain't seen my nigga in some years, he a lifer, huh
I won't ever take thеm niggas serious, they be typin'
On thе road, pourin' up the seal with no license
Ooh, you already know I'm in L.A., I'm on Fairfax
Got a big batch of bo, lookin' for somewhere to sell it at
Got a Benz like a boat, this bitch faster than a telepad
I just got caught up with my ho, I ain't even got shit to tell her ass
I'm playin' golf at Casablanca, I'm in Calabasas
I make the bitch get nasty, then bought the bitch a pair of Lanvin's
You niggas dead broke, I'm dead serious, I ain't laughin'
You couldn't compare that boy to me 'cause that ain't fair, I'm really havin' 'em
Can't tell you how I really do this shit, it's really magic
Can't really tell you where I found this bitch, she really pageant, huh
Porn star, I got this model bitch g-gaggin'
Hmm, pressin' buttons in this bitch, pull up just like Go Go Gadget
Mm, I was gon' leave it plain, but I want the Rollie flashin'
I put her on a plane, I found out she came with baggage (Get out of here)
I done made a half a ticket, I'm out of here, huh
You been broke forever, I pray you don't die this year, huh
Want a gun bro bro, I got 'em cool, bro, get near me, huh
Dior to the floor, bitch, I don't do the Denim Tears (Ayy, hmm)
My brother 'nem in Heaven, they forever in my spirit
This bitch done lost her mind, she want me to fuck her on her period
Ayy, I'm in the coupe with four or five phones, just me and Siri
I just poured up a four, now I'm havin' problems steerin'
I heard that car you in a lemon, need to fix your power steerin'
Can show you how to cook a brick, who wanna learn? Who volunteerin'? (Ayy, hmm)
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, uh
Hmm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Hmm, alright
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Ayy, huh
[Chorus: Chicken P]
Roof panoramic, huh, Porsche panamera
Walmart, buyin' a blender, fllirtin' with the cashier
Collect call, press five for me, that was last year (Ooh)
What I made last night, I just dropped a half pint
[Verse: Chicken P]
Lil' nigga, that's a eight, I got a eight poured on ice
She done got two nuts out me, bitch, I'm straight for the night
Sent the lil' bitch to Miami for her shape, get it right, huh
Told the bitch to arch it, baby, shake it how I like it
I payed four thousand for this car, watch the mirrors, this a striker, huh
I ain't seen my nigga in some years, he a lifer, huh
I won't ever take thеm niggas serious, they be typin'
On thе road, pourin' up the seal with no license
Ooh, you already know I'm in L.A., I'm on Fairfax
Got a big batch of bo, lookin' for somewhere to sell it at
Got a Benz like a boat, this bitch faster than a telepad
I just got caught up with my ho, I ain't even got shit to tell her ass
I'm playin' golf at Casablanca, I'm in Calabasas
I make the bitch get nasty, then bought the bitch a pair of Lanvin's
You niggas dead broke, I'm dead serious, I ain't laughin'
You couldn't compare that boy to me 'cause that ain't fair, I'm really havin' 'em
Can't tell you how I really do this shit, it's really magic
Can't really tell you where I found this bitch, she really pageant, huh
Porn star, I got this model bitch g-gaggin'
Hmm, pressin' buttons in this bitch, pull up just like Go Go Gadget
Mm, I was gon' leave it plain, but I want the Rollie flashin'
I put her on a plane, I found out she came with baggage (Get out of here)
I done made a half a ticket, I'm out of here, huh
You been broke forever, I pray you don't die this year, huh
Want a gun bro bro, I got 'em cool, bro, get near me, huh
Dior to the floor, bitch, I don't do the Denim Tears (Ayy, hmm)
My brother 'nem in Heaven, they forever in my spirit
This bitch done lost her mind, she want me to fuck her on her period
Ayy, I'm in the coupe with four or five phones, just me and Siri
I just poured up a four, now I'm havin' problems steerin'
I heard that car you in a lemon, need to fix your power steerin'
Can show you how to cook a brick, who wanna learn? Who volunteerin'? (Ayy, hmm)
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