CHICKEN Lyrics

Get the chicken

Yeah

Get the chicken

Royal

Royal Tee nigga

Get the chicken

Ha

Why they checkin' for me

Who you checkin' for

Who you checkin' for

Get the chicken, level up and let me see you twirl

Who you checkin' for

Who you checkin' for

Get the chicken, level up, stay out of Royal's world

Why they checkin' for 'em

Why they checkin' for 'em

That big drip, that wrist flick that's why they checking on 'em

Who you checkin' for

Who you checkin' for

Get the chicken, level up, and let me see you twirl

Heard these niggas mad 'cause my mindset mainstream

They be tryna run down, hit a lick, that ice cream

Man my bag be so heavy, so I keep my wrist bent

Yes, I know what you're thinking and the answers "Yes" bitch

I'm not playing

But I'm saying, hypothetically speaking

How would you feel if I wasn't in the box you put me in?

Brooklyn nigga at heart, don't let the soft voice fool you

Started writing out my thoughts, now rap my breakthrough

They be checkin' for the kid, just debating on the kid

Got 'em thinking I'm a singer, taking notes from the kid

Motherfuckers I don't fuck with still be lurking on the kid

And they prolly gon' be mad, when they listen to this shit

Man listen, people sicken when they only see you winnin'

But its crazy, they be trippin', wasn't there before your winnings

Get the chicken, get the chicken, stack your bread up in the kitchen

Get the chicken, get the chicken, making sure it's finger licking

Yo, a chick just called clucking like, "What's the word?"

I don't flock with birds, these chickens; they sound absurd

Asking "When you gon pop?"

I tell 'em to, "Kick a rock"

You could call me Tiffany, 'bout to have this shit on lock

So I head to Tiffany's and I buy my mom a rock

She asking me, "What's the price"

I tell her that, "It's a lot, it's alright, it's okay, I already paid it off"

Put the Paper Mate to beats, I'm just tryna make my mark

Look how I penned that, look at the material

I ain't into labels, get a deal then I'm killing 'em

Go get it myself, these niggas, I don't believe in them

Paid a bitch my heart, she spent it on some lil' ugly nigga

I don't give a fuck, y'all niggas be fucking other niggas

Chuck the duces up

Eat rappers up like a chicken dinner

Imma give my all and fuck it if they ain't fuckin' with me

'Byas gon' ball, no offense but y'all ain't dunkin' on me

I got big drip, drip nuts like trail mix

But they can't eat it, wear it like I did

Flex it all, flex it all, go ahead and show it off

Paid for it, so it's yours

Royal Tee the one to call

'Lotta bitches in my business, go ahead and dust 'em off

To the left and to the right, hit 'em with the shoulder shrugs

And they never support shit, 'till I pop out with they fave,

With they fave, with they fave

Now they all like "Save a plate"

Time is ticking, Flavor Flav

Hit a lick like, how it taste

Pulling cards, pulling cards

Imma win like ace of spades

What they say?

What they say?

Man, they steady watching face

Checkin for, checkin for

Man, I'm who they checkin for (Woot)

Who you checkin' for

Who you checkin' for

Get the chicken, level up and let me see you twirl

Why they checkin for 'em

Why they checkin for 'em

That big drip, that wrist flick, that's why they checking for 'em

They call me Hollywood, still ain't touch Hollywood

They be on Royal wood, steady Chip n' Dale the wood

But it's okay, I'm good, I swear to God I'm good

I pop out, pop eyes, you see the green, I'm good

Who you checkin' for

Who you checkin' for

Who you checkin' for

Who you checkin' for

What was it?