Gucci Mane, OJ da Juiceman, Frenchie - Chickens For 30 lyrics

[Gucci Mane, OJ da Juiceman, Frenchie - Chickens For 30 lyrics]

Everyday is Cinemax, every night's a porno
All my niggas gung-ho; animals, Congo
Shining like a french cut
Diamond out of Frisco
The year's '49 and I know
Everything that Bo know
Two Thousand 1017 and I'm ballin
Bricksquad Brick boys bad hoes callin
Swagger through new Orleans
Rocking with the live band
Bad to the bone
Leave my hat where my home is
Scrapping told a G I leave my
GAT where my tone's at
Brick Squad Mafia, dressed in black
Your boy is back
And off the wall with bricks and bails and
Pints of lean and cars and all
Shining like a French cut
Diamond like an actor
Everyday is Cinemax, every night's a porno
Gucci Mane La Flare
I know everything that Bo know
Shining like a french cut
Diamond out of Frisco

I just bought a chicken
And it came with biscuit's
Our trap is a drive-thru
Call it Mrs. Winters
Chicken finger-licking
Don't tolerate no snitching
Bricksquad trappin, chickens in the kitchen
Chicken go for 30, chicken go for 30
30 rack shawty, tryna score a birdie
Chickens go for 30, Chickens go for 30
30 rack shawty, tryna score a birdie

Chicken go for 30, but my chicken purrdy
Niggas with them low numbers
His chicken so dirty
I keep it 100, my trap do them numbers
Cause I keep that super clean
My brick wonder woman
I drop 62 my nigga, 63 grams stronger
My traphouse go super hard
J's love the aroma
I feel like it's 95, I still got that hunger
Slide through the trap and
My pockets on humongous
Bricksquad trappin got young Juiceman
With that money
30 rack chicken, Come and spend your money
If you spend that 30, Your chicken 100
I pull out my trap, pockets on cucumber

I just bought a chicken
And it came with biscuit's
Our trap is a drive-thru
Call it Mrs. Winters
Chicken finger-licking
Don't tolerate no snitching
Bricksquad trappin, chickens in the kitchen
Chicken go for 30, chicken go for 30
30 rack shawty, tryna score a birdie
Chickens go for 30, Chickens go for 30
30 rack shawty, tryna score a birdie

I'm from QU Nigga, Who you nigga?
Neighborhood buzz, wooh da king? Much bigger
Neighborhood thugs, You are not no killer
Chopper bullets beatin on your
Chest like godzilla
Affiliated with gangstas
Put the cannon to yo mama
Beefin with wooh will bring you
And your DJ Drama
Father made a nigga, Mama raised a killa
Streets made me bigger
I'm the nigga behind the trigga
Try to snatch the chain off my CEO neck
Will get you jumped, stabbed, shot
If you want respect
Guc, Juice, Wooh don't fuck around
Chickens go for 30 all the way around

I just bought a chicken
And it came with biscuit's
Our trap is a drive-thru
Call it Mrs. Winters
Chicken finger-licking
Don't tolerate no snitching
Bricksquad trappin, chickens in the kitchen
Chicken go for 30, chicken go for 30
30 rack shawty, tryna score a birdie
Chickens go for 30, Chickens go for 30
30 rack shawty, tryna score a birdie

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