[Verse 1]
Nickname my choppa Cory samurai slicin’ through yo kin’s chin
The thing’ll make your body rock sum like Ben Graham
Don’t worry bout where I been, bitch I’m still him
Nuts in your face every time Tenkay jump above the rim
Real motherfuckin soulja but ain’t nothing slim
Me and acid souljah serving pressed pills look like M&m’s
Rainbow colored grill in my mouth taste like Skittles
All this jewelry on my body white like Malcolm in the Middle
Pretty ass bitch I’m a fucking sex symbol
It don’t matter how mad I make my bitch she can’t ever say my dick little
Bitch mob general, Chop the rock down to some minerals
Keep a bottle in my hand Like its habitual n***a my role in the game is pivotal
How you got more fans than me but on a burner account throwing subliminals?
Boy I stay strapped with the burner it’ll make your skin look like you got syphilis
Tenkay take a n***a bitch right out his lap (right out your lap)
He tried (?) but take his bitch ass out the map
He think he hard my choppa fap
Ain’t finna play it cool with no n***a not even with my left hand cuz you getting my dap

[Chorus]
Chicken Chicken my crack smack
I think my line tapped, damn son where you find that
Tenkay supplied that, moving like a lineback
Flier than a blind bat, I see yall and beyond that
Riding in that, yeah, riding in that Maybach(music)
He got an issue with Tenkay he’ll never say that
He gon keep it on his chest just like a name tag
Chicken Chicken rubber bands bitch we make that
[Verse 2]
I leave your boyfriend crying to a Drake track
Kiki don’t love you put my dick out and she take that (eugh)
Diggin in her hole Stanley Yelnats
Freak hoe like get smacked, spit on, yelled at
I’m smacked off the woo, damn I felt that
He say he looking for me I’m outside where the sells at
(Bang bang) All that boy heard before he fell back
Bitch I keep a hood over my head like I’m Ermac
Stay on perfect timing like I’m Quanny
My sons wanna be in the same game as me call ‘em Bronny
Bitch you know my wrist cost the same price as an Audi
RCB Subreddit ain’t got shit else to do but talk about me
Tenkay ballin in the mix
Tenkay something like a wick the way he keep the block lit
Can’t let my shawty take a hit cuz she gon get obnoxious
I’m full of shit like Loded Dipers n***a call me Rodrick
Shaq at the free throw on the trap drop bricks

[Chorus]
Chicken Chicken my crack smack
I think my line tapped, damn son where you find that
Tenkay supplied that, moving like a lineback
Flier than a blind bat, I see yall and beyond that
Riding in that, yeah, riding in that Maybach (music)
He got an issue with Tenkay he’ll never say that
He gon keep it on his chest just like a name tag
Chicken Chicken rubber bands bitch we make that