Chickens Lyrics – Future & EST Gee

[Intro: Future]
Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Married my money, chicken
Woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk it is chickens, chickens
(All I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Kitchen

[Verse 1: Future]
Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go f**k an M&M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M&Ms just on the car
Balling like everyday, night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope
Toting the fire, n!gga, I hope you don't chokе
What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hеy, hey, hey, hey
All the b!tches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (Crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad b!tches
I was geeking, I smashed on a catfish
I was leaning and stopped all the Xanax
I been meaning to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinking 'bout finding an exit
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pouring the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't going nowhere
We f**king this sh!t up every single summer
Like when I was selling coke inside the trenches
Know a n!gga go bonkers
(Wheezy outta here)
How you getting, n!gga, what you doing?

[Chorus: Future]
Chicken, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Pluto been f**king this sh!t up, going
Yeah, I ain't going nowhere without my tool

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Yeah, you ain't got no sack
You rapping 'bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy
Leave with it, can't bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy
To get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug
Can get it to you still
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda
It won't f**k up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar
It swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block
I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac
But I ain't dying or going to jail
Used to serve lows with my pops
He had the spots, I had the mail
I found life inside a pie
A bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but sitting here p!ssed like
She ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy

[Chorus: Future]
Chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Chicken
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Pluto been f**king this sh!t up, going
Yeah, I ain't going nowhere without my tool

[Outro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah