[Verse 1: Que]
I got birds in the box like J.I. Crickets
You wanna come and get it, got a four load ticket
Got weed, got beans to go on the side
Even got syrup to pour on your biscuits
My grandma always trippin on me
Cause I used the pots, and I ain't washed the dishes
I feed the J's like hollidays, they say a n***a dope taste so expensive
Said I love my plug, cause he show me love, and he always keep a young n***a fed
Got the breast, got the wing, got the thigh, got 'em all, can even come cop you a leg
I wake up in thе morning, then I hit it with the fork, make 'еm breakfast for the day, no egg
I keep the toast [on ?] while I'm serving butter, cause I keep me a lotta bread

[Chorus: Mike Fresh]
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the chef, that was damn good
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the plug, that was damn good

[Verse 2: Que]
My IPhone, I keep playing
My pap phone a Motorola
That kush pack give you cotton mouth, but you can wash it down with that cola
I remix it with the baking soda
Damn, you ain't even know it
But the dish I cooked was so ham, you still came back for left overs
My uncle cooking them tators, while I'm fucking round with that drank
Just meet me at my grandma house, I fix your ass a plate
I got a [?] to take food stamps, I got a senior citizen's discount
Me and Fresco got the best dope, just meet me over at his house
[Chorus: Mike Fresh]
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the chef, that was damn good
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the plug, that was damn good

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Quavo!
Cooking up cookies, you n***as is pussy
A fed in the game, you n***as is rookies
You walk in my hood with the hundred band jug
My young n***as on you, I know that they took it
Young quavo got them cakes and the pies
Young Quavo got burgers and fries
Come place your order, it's over the boarder
I'm selling the P with no eyes
My trap be trampoline jumping
Got corn bread in the oven
If you want the whole thing, got a good collard greens
Gotta purchase one muffin
See Pedro he my cousin
But he don't really need me nothing
Feds hit the spot, put the work in the attic
12 ain't even see nothing
[Chorus: Mike Fresh]
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the chef, that was damn good
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the plug, that was damn good