CHICCEN TALK

[Verse 1: CUZ Lightyear] All my niggas professionals All my bitches special Tap in, I'll connect you Chicken sandwich from Zesto's Track pants with the retros At the Citco on Gresham Road I don't fuck around with the Texaco Huh, I got the, I got the sauce for sale Free all my niggas in jail, I'll rot in a cell 'fore I tell Now you know my dawg illegal, so my dawg can't show his face If I don't provide no reasonable doubt, the judge won't throw my case (Trap) Trap shit check (Check), cashiers check (Check) Fuck you pussy niggas, need a pap-smear check (Pussy) Cuffin' on your bitch, she is not under arrest Better take this shit to trial, I am not gonna confess Look at my ex, look at my next, both of 'em bad, whole lotta ass Lil' bitty breast, I'm finna wreck, no disrespect Gettin' caught in the act is my only regret Raised in the 'jects, I don't fold under stress Good in the Bluff, I'm at home on the 'Crest Get popped like a quiz, I am not one to test Live on the road like my name Johnny Quest C safe as a boobie trap The feds tracked me usin' Google Maps And the phone company let 'em do the tap Damn T-Mobile, that make you a rat Speed racer, I'ma do the max Keep it movin' like the Uber app I'm on Elm Street like Freddie Kruger back Blowin' good gas, this that super pack [Chorus: CUZ Lightyear] Chicken talk like Popeye's, heatin' up the stove Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl You ain't said shit, slick, slime wipe your nose Screen door still swangin', trap don't close Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Call my connect, pick up the load Water, Pyrex, heat up the stove Cook up them yams, eat 'em up whole Play with my check, get hit with that pole [Verse 2: Killer Mike] My name is Kill, I'm from the 'Ville I'm whippin' muscle, fuck a Seville I got your bitch, she on the pill She suckin' dick, oh, what a thrill Really for her, not really for me I had to teach her stop using her teeth Watch, when you fuck again, bet you gon' see All of them compliments come back to me I'm in the Flame least three days a week Maybe all seven if I'm runnin' with Sleep Shh, bitch I ain't runnin' my mouth, yeah Bitch I am runnin' the South, yeah Bitch I ain't talkin' 'bout records, yeah Bitch I get mayors elected, yeah What nigga you know move elections? And still got a brick on his necklace, ho [Chorus: CUZ Lightyear] Chicken talk like Popeye's, heatin' up the stove Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl You ain't said shit, slick, slime wipe your nose Screen door still swangin', trap don't close Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Call my connect, pick up the load Water, Pyrex, heat up the stove Cook up them yams, eat 'em up whole Play with my check, get hit with that pole Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl Ice on my neck, mouth full of gold Drip when I jugg, trap out VLONE Stunt 'til I'm dead, sleep when I'm gone Chasing this chicken, nothin' for these hoes Chicken talk like Popeye's, heatin' up the stove Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl You ain't said shit, slick, slime wipe your nose Screen door still swangin', trap don't close