CHICCEN TALK CUZ Lightyear (Ft. Killer Mike)

[Verse 1: CUZ Lightyear]
All my niggas professionals
All my bitches special
Tap in, I'll connect you
Chicken sandwich from Zesto's
Track pants with the retros
At the Citco on Gresham Road
I don't fuck around with the Texaco
Huh, I got the, I got the sauce for sale
Free all my niggas in jail, I'll rot in a cell 'fore I tell
Now you know my dawg illegal, so my dawg can't show his face
If I don't provide no reasonable doubt, the judge won't throw my case (Trap)
Trap shit check (Check), cashiers check (Check)
Fuck you pussy niggas, need a pap-smear check (Pussy)
Cuffin' on your bitch, she is not under arrest
Better take this shit to trial, I am not gonna confess
Look at my ex, look at my next, both of 'em bad, whole lotta ass
Lil' bitty breast, I'm finna wreck, no disrespect
Gettin' caught in the act is my only regret
Raised in the 'jects, I don't fold under stress
Good in the Bluff, I'm at home on the 'Crest
Get popped like a quiz, I am not one to test
Live on the road like my name Johnny Quest
C safe as a boobie trap
The feds tracked me usin' Google Maps
And the phone company let 'em do the tap
Damn T-Mobile, that make you a rat
Speed racer, I'ma do the max
Keep it movin' like the Uber app
I'm on Elm Street like Freddie Kruger back
Blowin' good gas, this that super pack