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    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 shit you imagine)

    Ay, I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ay
    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 dodging and dippin'
    Popped a Perc' and that shit had me trippin', ay

    Run up, ayy (run up), I get you done up
    I ain't trusting 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 50 or better, ay

    Fuck 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 fuck with a winner
    Had my shooters pull up in the sprinter
    Boy you food, then we looking for dinner
    They can't see in this whip 'cause it's tinted
    I'm smokin' on dope, this is not for beginners, ay

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    We getting chicken, chicken
    That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ay
    You know they don't love you, hey
    They just tryna get the riches, ayy
    Get it (huh), flip it, if he talking down I'ma lift it
    Niggas participating in snitching
    You can't take the heat better get out the kitchen

    Ain't no contemplating, get to clicking
    You know I'm picky, don't know who I'm picking
    (Sleepy why you outside of this club?)
    'Cause they said that we can't get the grip in
    No feeling, John gon' cook up the beat, I'ma kill it
    I can't fuck with the fake, I'm the realest
    Big EBK, shoot your shot, then we dippin'

    Ay, boy we steppin'
    If he move incorrect, I correct him
    He get popped like a cork when we test him
    Rap with the opps, we throw shots at the session

    Ay, that's impressive
    Rubber band on the clip, I'ma stretch him
    Rubber band on the bread when I check it
    Drop me the addy, I bet I address it

    Ay, never stressin'
    Just make sure that I get all my credit
    We shoot bullets like butter, we spreading
    All over blocks at the opps till we bloody

    Ay, never settin'
    Choppa burn him 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, ay

    We getting chicken, chicken
    That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ay
    You know they don't love you, hey
    They just tryna get the riches, ayy
    Get it (huh), flip it, if he talking down I'ma lift it
    Niggas participating in snitching
    You can't take the heat better get out the kitchen

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    Composición: Karel Jorge, Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Tegan Chambers y Jaymya Brown

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