Organic Free Range Chicken Lyrics – Larry June, Cardo Got Wings

Read the full Organic Free Range Chicken lyrics by Larry June and Cardo Got Wings along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Larry June’s music, you can also explore Cardo’s Groove and Gotta Be Love, two other songs by Larry June.

[Intro: Larry June]
Uh, ooh, s*it
N!gga ashed on a motherfu*king 10-thousand-dollar desk and s*it
Ooh, damn, man
This feel like one of them, one of them ones
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Larry June]
I know n!gga fraud (They fraud)
So I dodge the scene (Scene)
I’m good in the ‘burbs (‘burbs)
I’m good in the streets

This ’bout twenty bands (Twenty ball)
I can buy a mink
I’m doing numbers
I got options when I want, but I’d rather sleep (I’m tired)
Ride the bike with one hand while I grip the heat (I’m sliding)
I got twins in the engine of this ’63 (I’m moving)
She gon’ pay anyway, might as well pay her P
In the NSX (Numbers)
Rocking a Jubilee (Good job)
Dipping on these hoes (I’m dipping)
Winning on these hoes (I’m winning)
Mobbing on these hoes (I’m mobbing)
Got sloppy roll (Got sloppy)
Got Glocky on (Got Glocky)
Don’t play with me (Don’t play)
Don’t wait on me (Don’t wait)
Go get your cheese

[Chorus: Larry June]
Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken
N!gga, I eat chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken
N!gga, I been through chicken
Every single day, I’m putting numbers on the board
Shooting from the three, healthy n!gga, gon’ score
N!gga, I got chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken

Get some motherfu*king chicken

[Verse 2: Larry June]
Frisco n!gga (Frisco n!gga)
This s*it different
This s*it different
Take her out for dinner
Take her out for food
Fu*k her on linen
Fu*k her on linen
And I don’t even really
I don’t even really
I don’t really give a fu*k
I don’t really give a fu*k
Twenty G’s on the bike
That’s nothing, that’s nothing
It ain’t even got a muffler (Good job)
Smoke, smoke, I’m gone (Ayy)
Kush my cologne (Ayy)
FN my pole (Nice gun, Larry)
Aye, aye, aye, sock it to m
otta get this motherfu*king chicken
‘Cause I know this s*it way bigger
Clip so long, I can lean on it
B!tch so thick, I believed in her
N!gga be simping, I keep it pimping
I be comfortable sliding through trenches
Do not remember, too many digits
Too many digits, too many digits
Some in the tub, some in the kitchen
Some in the kitchen, some in the kitchen
Good job, Larry, you’re doing terrific
You’re doing terrific (Golly)

[Chorus: Larry June]
Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken
N!gga, I eat chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken
N!gga, I been through chicken
Every single day, I’m putting numbers on the board
Shooting from the three, healthy n!gga, gon’ score
N!gga, I got chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken
Get some motherfu*king chicken