Future, EST Gee - CHICKENS lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
EST Gee [George Albert Stone III] Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future, EST Gee - CHICKENS lyrics]
Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here) woah, woah
Woah, woah keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah married my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk is chickens, chickens
(All I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens chickens, chickens
Kitchen
Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M&Ms just on the car
Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope
Totin' the fire, nigga
I hope you don't chokе
What you do? Hey, hey hey hеy, hey hey hey
Hundred bitches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it
(Crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere
We fuckin' this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin'
Coke inside the trenches
Know a nigga go bonkers (Wheezy outta here)
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
Chicken, chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, you ain't got no sack
You rappin' 'bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it
Can't bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? yeah, arm, chest, neck
Mind how much more I gotta buy to
Get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug
Can get it to you still
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda
It won't fuck up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell
Keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block
I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac
But I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail
Used to serve lows with my
Pops, he had the spots, i had the mail
I found life inside a pie
A bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but
Sittin' here pissed like
She ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
Chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here) , chicken
Chicken all I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah married my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk is chickens, chickens
(All I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens chickens, chickens
Kitchen
Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M&Ms just on the car
Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope
Totin' the fire, nigga
I hope you don't chokе
What you do? Hey, hey hey hеy, hey hey hey
Hundred bitches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it
(Crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere
We fuckin' this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin'
Coke inside the trenches
Know a nigga go bonkers (Wheezy outta here)
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
Chicken, chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, you ain't got no sack
You rappin' 'bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it
Can't bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? yeah, arm, chest, neck
Mind how much more I gotta buy to
Get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug
Can get it to you still
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda
It won't fuck up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell
Keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block
I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac
But I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail
Used to serve lows with my
Pops, he had the spots, i had the mail
I found life inside a pie
A bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but
Sittin' here pissed like
She ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
Chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here) , chicken
Chicken all I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah