No Grease Chicken P

[Intro]
(This is a MeloDroppin30)

[Verse 1]
See this pain in my eyes, this shit gettin' tirin'
Eyes get buck as hell when I hear them sirens
Money, gold, and diamonds, we a bunch of pirates
Watchin' out for the narcs, trappin' out a hybrid
Fiend keep noddin' off, man, he can't fight it
This dog bitin' niggas' ears, punchin' like Tyson
Phones fightin' like Ali versus Mike Tyson
Some shit you niggas never seen, dog, I'm nothin' like 'em
Main niggas talkin' down can't do shit for you
All these motherfuckin' grits, I feel like Rich Porter
Bitch, we ain't no small fries, we takin' big orders
Niggas bitches, finna change my hustle to extortion
Phones slappin' back to back they sound like walkie-talkies
Said a prayer, left the house with five bands in my joggy
Yeah, bitch, I got it on me, fuck bein' flossy
We the ones got 'em sayin' dump around Milwaukee (Dumper)

[Chorus]
I'm that nigga talkin' 'bout chicken with no grease on it
(Young nigga tyin' G's up, makin' bad hoes freeze up)
I'm that nigga talkin' 'bout chicken with no grease on it
(Crispy-ass blues on me, nigga, ain't a crease on 'em)
I'm that nigga talkin' 'bout chicken with no grease on it
(All these motherfuckin' grits, I feel like Rich Porter)
I'm that nigga talkin' 'bout chicken with no grease on it
(Bitch, we ain't no small fries, we takin' big orders)