[Verse]
I don't wait in lines, had to get to that chicken
How I'm gon' flex, I'm the youngest that did it
This clip filled with rounds, I let it start spittin
Don't break a sweat, it get hot in the kitchen
Everyone fake, I don't fuck with these bitches
All bout my chicken, its lunchtime, lil' bitch
RVR3 with me, up a pole in this bitch
And she come to me, I ain't chasing you, bitch
I cut off his lips, boy, you better not snitch
You ain't with the gang, all you got is the clique
I'm letting it spray, I empty the clip
I just want the Glock for a day, now its playtime
I wanna put 'em on dateline
See me pull up in the daytime
I got a chopper, lil' seance
Green goblins, put two in the phantom
Turn it up, I do a set in Atlanta
I got a gun, boy, you shooting a camera
Got the white girl, bitch, I'm sniffing on Hannah
I chopped up my friend, bitch, I'm Tony Montana
I hang with gorillas, we totin' bananas
I hang with some killers that really gon' blam ya'
Break in his house, take his cookie like Santa
I get on line, I'm not talking a stanza
EXCLUSIVE
I got a beam on my dinner
Fuck him, he a singer
And this yopper turn him sprinter
Got my finger on the trigger
Bi-Big 83, we can turn this shit evil
He don't want problems, I stay with illegals
You not from out here, boy, I'm smoking on lethal
You hangin' with opps, I'm a dog, you a weasel
Slaughter the masses, it's fuck all you people
Stop all that talking, all your lies I can see through
[?] with a eagle
I spend the bag, gon' make you go fetal
[Outro]
I don't wait in lines, had to get to that chicken
How I'm gon' flex, I'm the youngest that did it
This clip filled with rounds, I let it start spittin
Don't break a sweat, it get hot in the kitchen
Everyone fake, I don't fuck with these bitches
All bout my chicken, its lunchtime, lil' bitch
RVR3 with me, up a pole in this bitch
And she come to me, I ain't chasing you, bitch
I cut off his lips, boy, you better not snitch
You ain't with the gang, all you got is the clique
I'm letting it spray, I empty the clip
I just want the Glock for a day, now its playtime
I wanna put 'em on dateline
See me pull up in the daytime
I got a chopper, lil' seance
Green goblins, put two in the phantom
Turn it up, I do a set in Atlanta
I got a gun, boy, you shooting a camera
Got the white girl, bitch, I'm sniffing on Hannah
I chopped up my friend, bitch, I'm Tony Montana
I hang with gorillas, we totin' bananas
I hang with some killers that really gon' blam ya'
Break in his house, take his cookie like Santa
I get on line, I'm not talking a stanza
EXCLUSIVE
I got a beam on my dinner
Fuck him, he a singer
And this yopper turn him sprinter
Got my finger on the trigger
Bi-Big 83, we can turn this shit evil
He don't want problems, I stay with illegals
You not from out here, boy, I'm smoking on lethal
You hangin' with opps, I'm a dog, you a weasel
Slaughter the masses, it's fuck all you people
Stop all that talking, all your lies I can see through
[?] with a eagle
I spend the bag, gon' make you go fetal