Cuz Lightyear - CHICCEN TALK Lyrics

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 f*ck around at the Texaco
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 shit check
Cashiers check
F*ck you pussy niggas
Need a pap smear check
Cuffing on your bitch
She is not under arrest
Better take dis 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 it's a boobie trap
The feds tracked me
Using Google maps
And the phone company
Let 'em do the tap
Damn T-Mobile
That make you a rat
Speed racer
Imma do the max
Keep it moving
Like the Uber app
I'm on Elm Street
Like Freddie Kruger back
Blowin' good gas
This that super pack

Hook: Cuz Lightyear

Chiccen talk like Popeye's
Heating up the stove
Wrist counter clockwise
Beating up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick
Slime wipe your nose
Screen door still swangin'
Trap don't close

Beat up the bowl x7

Call my connect
Pick up the load
Water Pyrex
Heat up the stove
Cook up them yams
Eat 'em up whole
Play wit my check
Get hit wit that pole

Verse 2: Killer Mike

My name is kill
I'm from the 'ville
I'm whipping muscle
F*ck a Seville
I got your bitch
She on a pill
She sucking dick
Oh what a thrill
Really for what
Not really for me
I had to teach her
Stop using her teeth
Watch when you f*ck again
Bet you gone see
All of them compliments
Come back to me
I'm in the flame
Least 3 days a week
Maybe all 7
If I'm running with Sleep
Shhhh
Bitch I ain't running my mouth
Yeah
Bitch I am running the south
Yeah
Bitch I ain't talking bout records
Yeah
Bitch I get mayors elected
Yeah
What nigga you know move elections
And still got a brick on his necklace hoe

Hook: Cuz Lightyear

Chiccen talk like Popeye's
Heating up the stove
Wrist counter clockwise
Beating up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick
Slime wipe your nose
Screen door still swangin'
Trap don't close

Beat up the bowl x7

Call my connect
Pick up the load
Water Pyrex
Heat up the stove
Cook up them yams
Eat 'em up whole
Play wit my check
Get hit wit that pole

Beat up the bowl x7

Ice on my neck
Mouth full of gold
Drip when I juug
Trap out Vlone
Stunt 'til I'm dead
Sleep when I'm gone
Chasing this chiccen
Nothin' for these hoes

Chiccen talk like Popeye's
Heating up the stove
Wrist counter clockwise
Beating up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick
Slime wipe your nose
Screen door still swangin'
Trap don't close