Chicken Box

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (It's a Wayne beat) Hmm, yeah (Alright) [Verse] We some apex predators Throw a switchy on my Glock, it shoot better I throw a Patek on her wrist, she'll better her We the fuckin' Gaffle Boyz, I been tellin' her, yeah Thirty-five hundred for a sweater, yeah He talkin' lil' shit, but I'm better, yeah Bro drop some shit while he on Tether, yeah Fats yellin' out, "Woo," let me get 'em, Fox Five hundred thousand all blues, this a chicken box We can meet up anywhere, nigga, pick a spot This not that twenty-sixth, this a different Glock I finna drop a six in a little pop Hmm, you gotta add ice I was servin' out a trap that never had lights You never spent your last on the bag, right? Put a laser on my Glock, I got a bad sight Psych, see, walked in with some juice, pour the half pint This bitch supercharged, do the dash, right? Beat her down off her Perc', she like, "Damn, Mike" You gotta chill out a bit Wack a nigga, tryna stay anonymous She like, "Mike, you miss that pussy?" I say, "Not a bit" Bust a nut, then I gotta dip He bought a bunch of pints, but they counterfeit Huh, yeah, they fake as fuck I'm lookin' for the scram, I'm tryna scrape it up I made twenty racks before wakin' up You can't go to work with me, you don't make enough I gotta break fast to pick the bacon up Bitch got a BBL, but it don't shake enough You can't sign to Gaffle Boyz, you don't make enough You might OD off this shit if you take enough Stuffin' dick in this baby mama, got 'em breakin' up Right now I got a four of Quagen in my double cup When I drop this tape, bet I double up You are not grindin' for real, get your hustle up Unc' in the feds, beatin' niggas, doin' muscle-ups She ain't got no waist at all with a bubble butt Five fours back-to-back, we be cuttin' up Go strong, use a mask when you cuttin' up Four thousand for the Louis V button-up I brought the semi out today, bro, put the button up She be tryna give me face, but it's nuttin' up I just love my .308, it's a mind-tapper Bullets hittin' hard like a linebacker 10 milli' on my hip, you a nine-packer Seats in the Maybach, they recline backwards Woo, and it's bulletproof I don't wanna hear about shit that you couldn't do Or you wouldn't do, or you shouldn't do Bust another, ask the bitch, "What you finna do?" Gaffle on the floor, I kicked the bitch out the penthouse Then I dropped a bag off to my bitch house She'll eat the whole dick, she got a big mouth, hmm Took a hundred off the bank just to give out I'm tryna give a mill' back to the block like I'm Lil Top He ain't even see it comin', sent the hookshot Run off with a bag, get his foot chopped Bitch made me nut fast, she had a good shot [Outro] Like, her shit was really decent as fuck Waterfall type shit, you hear me? Yeah, Ghetto Boy, RMC, MINE shit, nigga Fuck goin' on, nigga