Rio Da Yung OG, Peezy - Chicken Coupe lyrics

(Damn, Sprk, you shot this?)

Snuck an eight of Wock' on
The plane in my carry-on
Told him he ain't talkin' 'bout guap, nigga
Carry on i been out in Cali gettin' money
I'm like Harry-O shawty just called me
Wan' me put this dick in every hole
Cartier diamond rings on, but
I ain't married, though
Yeah, that lil' weed you got
Straight, but it ain't Larry, though
Yeah, I see you came bustdown, it ain't Gary
Though the label tried to sign me for an M
I made that in the O
Just counted up a quarter million
On my kitchen table
Ain't been home a month and
Made three hundred, man, this shit amazing
Doggy say he got some strong grams
How much them bitches takin'?
Man, you ain't really got no pape' for real
We know you niggas fakin'
Trackhawks, Demons, Hellcats
We buy that shit and race it
Walk his ass down and fah, fah
Now he got a facial
You can't really fuck with me for real
You might as well face it
Thirty-six hundred for a seal
You know I gotta taste it
White diamond link, white Rollie
But I'm not racist
Young rich nigga love to ball
I'm like Sanaa Lathan
Pay a hundred dollars for my drawers
I am not basic
Bitch, give me my money right now
I ain't got patience
How the fuck is you a Ghetto Boy
And you ain't got a spaceship?
Man, how the fuck I'm 'posed to know
Your feelings if you don't say shit?
Hit a speed bump pourin' up and
I did not waste it
Read his paperwork, I know he told
He is not gangster

Finna drink this eight of Act' by myself
You cannot taste it
Only pourin' Sprites and cream sodas
I cannot waste it
I kinda knew my nigga tellin' on me
He would not face me
Just know, you take a slick shot at me
You gon' die later my weed louder than an
Old-school without a carburetor
I just jumped in a 550, I'ma park it later
Nigga got knee deep in that water
And the shark ate him
Lil' bro robbin' niggas for they buffs
He a Carti' taker
Guarantee you won't survive this
This an army weapon what the fuck
Your niggas paralyzed or somethin'?
They hardly steppin'
Tried to swipe somethin' in Saks Fifth
But my card declind-ed
Damn, I mean declined
You know I hardly know how to spell shit
You say that's straight drop Wock'?
Let me smell it gotta switch
I just dropped a whole clip in ten seconds
I'm a rapper now
You know I had to grab a big necklace
Went to Golden Sun first
Then I went to Hutch second
Now I'm back fuckin' with Mike
He been wettin' shit
Lil' bro like a yoga class trainer
He be stretchin' shit
Fucked her off a Perc' and
Asked her how I did, she said excellent
He thought he just took a Perc-30
That's Excedrin
Amiris on, so much money in my pocket
Gotta wrestle it
Leave the scene in a Hellcat
Come back in a Tesla
I can't just be fuckin' anybody
I'm a special dude
Fucked so many hoes, a nigga fuck my bitch
That's acceptable
He said he had a sealed pint of Act'
It was questionable
Go and try to snatch my chain, I dare you to
I just want some money, baby, so right now
I can't be sexual let me check my schedule
I gotta water my vegetables
My nigga got caught with a comb in
The feds and got an extra two
I know my bitch fuckin' off, I expect her to
I'll beat a nigga ass and pop him
Rio scared of who?
I'm in a two-seater with a brick of yay
This a chicken coupe