Chicken (1900Rugrat Remix)

[Intro: El Snappo]
Uh, uh, who made the fuckin' beat?

[Chorus: El Snappo]
Chicken, n***a
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, n***a?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n***a
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
N***a claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature

[Verse 1: El Snappo]
N***a claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
Chicken, n***a
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, n***a?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n***a
If rap don't work, I'm right back in the trap, back to servin', n***a
Poor-ass n***a, eatin' chicken nuggets, Jamal Murray, n***a
N***a claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
N***a, we are not the same, we are not identical
N***a, we are not the same, we are not similar
I'm a real chicken getter, standin' on principle
Gettin' money, skippin' school, n***a, fuck the principal
Chicken, n***a
All this motherfuckin' money, n***a, I feel invincible
You ain't gettin' no fuckin' money, that's why your ass miserable
Back in elementary, I knew I wanted to sell dope, n***a
[Chorus: El Snappo & 1900Rugrat]
Chicken, n***a
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, n***a?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n***a
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
N***a claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 2: 1900Rugrat]
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, I'm a chicken getter (Grrah, grrah)
He gon' get fried about that bitch, that boy chicken tenders (Bah, bah)
Seen the keys in the Porsche truck, had to hit the window (Skrrt)
Fresh as hell, fourteen, with a dirty pistol (Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh)
I was fifteen when I went up the road
Came back, poppin shit for all them pussy hatin' hoes (Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh)
I thought lil' bro was real 'til he wrote a statement on me ('Til he wrote a statement on me)
Ain't have no car, bust a jugg and went to skatin' on 'em (Uh, uh)
Every day I hit the ATM, I feel like I'm a cashier (Yeah)
And I been laughin' to the bank for all the time that they was laughin' (Bitch)
Turn a fourteen to a thirty-one, I'm in here doin' mathematics
Go and ask about the L, where I'm from, it ain't no bad badges (Come on, come on, yeah, huh, huh)

[Chorus: El Snappo]
Chicken, n***a
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, n***a?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n***a
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
N***a claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature