Fried Chicken Lyrics – BabyChiefDoit

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[Intro]
Foe'nem in this b!tch with me, gang in this b!tch, blood
Five fingers to the sky, n!ggas know how we ride, Zoo Life 'till I die, n!gga
N!ggas know what the fu*k going on, 26-12 s*it, b!tch

[Verse]
26-12, they wanna know the meaning
All my b!tches know I'm leaving, I don't need a reason
Before you think 'bout tweaking with us, take it up with Jesus
'Cause nine times outta' ten, you gon' get sent to meet him
I talk about drügs because they make me happy
And my lil' cousin trap house look like a clam 'round it (Baow, baow)
Tryna catch a n!gga pissing in that alley
My cougar b!tch call me grandbaby, since I can't be daddy
Fu*k your music, that s*it, I'm not tryna hear
First of all, I'm not no rapper, I'm just tryna make it clear
Don't drive too fast or way too slow, I'm quick to (??) boy on that whip
Dump at that ride, they spin again, just like a burger, that b!tch flipped
Hit the floor, I'm the biggest, I'm the motherfu*king GOAT
If you not feeling what I'm saying, here's the motherfu*king door
In the black truck, face in lap, I'm somewhere riding with your ho
I feel like Base God, tell your b!tch I'm coming for her throat, n!gga

[Chorus]
Chicken, chicken, fry his ass
Face shot, chest shot, then I die his ass
Face card good, you gon' see me riding past
They see my little ass and n!ggas get to walking fast (Baow, baow)
Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blicking (Baow, baow)
Get down or lay down when I shoot, n!gga (Baow, baow)
Marching down your block, 'cause we the troops, n!gga (Baow, baow)
We don't wanna hang with these new n!ggas

[Verse 2]
Claiming that they shooters, they won't hurt a fly
That man was they only slider, know they hurt he died
You the reason that your homie down for thirty-five
All that for nothing, still got out and got shot thirty times
You was there, I know you seen them hoes in 'em, then like, damn, do it
Boy, you always got them rolls with you
Every where you go, you always bring the fu*king poles with you
And you got a chopper that's gon' sing like Keyshia Cole, n!gga
Boy, I c-c-cook s*it up, don't get put on the stove, n!gga
We bang young and old n!ggas, boy, I thought I told n!ggas
We treat n!ggas just like clothes, we'll lint roll n!ggas
We gon' check your car for this, since you think you a bold n!gga
Hold on, I say

[Chorus]
Chicken, chicken, fry his ass
Face shot, chest shot, then I die his ass
Face card good, you gon' see me riding past
They see my little ass and n!ggas get to walking fast (Baow, baow)
Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blicking (Baow, baow)
Get down or lay down when I shoot, n!gga (Baow, baow)
Marching down your block, 'cause we the troops, n!gga (Baow, baow)
We don't wanna hang with these new n!ggas (Baow, baow)

[Outro]
Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blicking (Baow, baow)
Get down or lay down when I shoot, n!gga (Baow, baow)
Marching down your block, 'cause we the troops, n!gga (Baow, baow)
We don't wanna hang with these new n!ggas