Sleepy Hallow - Chicken lyrics

[Intro] Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies (It’s Great John beats baby) (Great John on the beat by the way) Chicken-chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies I'm doing sh*t you imagine, ayy I used to trap, flip, we doing sh*t you imagine, ayy [Verse 1] I used to trap, flip, we doin’ sh*t you imagine, ayy Ran up at Saks Fifth, I spent a brick on the fashion My body different, that's all she could say when we kick it I just seen the opps, had them dodgin' and dippin' Popped a Perc' and that sh*t had me trippin', ayy Run up, ayy (Run up), I get you done up I ain't trustin' a soul, that’s a set up Told lil’ bro let off shots, never let up If they slip, then we slide, get wet up You ain't really outside, then shut up No, you can’t sit with the gang, gotta get up Pull up with gang, we got fifty or better, ayy fu*k around, make it hot in December I know my heart cold, I was born in the winter And this ice on my neck make 'em shiver Told lil' mama, "Come fu*k with a winner" Had my shooters pull up in the sprinter Boy you food, then we lookin' for dinner They can’t see in this whip 'cause it's tinted I'm smokin' on dope, this is not for beginners, ayy [Chorus] We gettin' chicken, chicken That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ayy You know they don't love you, hey They just tryna get the riches, ayy Get it (Huh), flip it, if he talkin' down, I'ma lift it ni**as participatin' in snitchin' You can't take the heat, better get out the kitchen [Verse 2] Ain't no contemplatin', get to clickin' You know I'm picky, don't know who I'm pickin' (Sleepy, why you outside of this club?) 'Cause they said that we can't get the grip in No feelin', John gon' cook up the beat, I'ma kill it I can't fu*k with the fake, I'm the realest Big EBK, shoot your shot, then we dippin' Ayy, boy, we steppin' If he move incorrect, I correct him He get popped like a quiz when we test him Rap with the opps, we throw shots at the session Ayy, that's impressive Rubber band on the clip, I'ma stretch 'em Rubber band on the bread when I check it Drop me the addy, I bet I address it Ayy, never stress it Just make sure that I get all my credit We treat bullets like bu*ter, we spread it All over blocks, tell the opps that we blooded Ayy, never said it Choppa burnin' like Usher, I let it If he beef with the gang, ain't no dead it It ain't no peace with the gang, that's a lesson, ayy [Chorus] We gettin' chicken, chicken That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ayy You know they don't love you, hey They just tryna get the riches, ayy Get it (Huh), flip it, if he talkin' down, I'ma lift it ni**as participatin' in snitchin' You can't take the heat, better get out the kitchen