Cosareina - Chicken Box Lyrics

It's Cosfinger, baby
Yo
Mmm
Cosareina in this bitch
Treat these niggas like a chicken box
Doin' them greasy and makin' it hot
I tell em slide, they goin' do it
They let it right off, but I call the shots
Always keep it on hush, I don't talk a lot
Cause I hear about the bitches who balk a lot
And these niggas will line you up right in the spot
Naw I ain't talking connect the dots, and they know where you at
They don't gotta plot
You be talkin' that shit, then you gettin' got
Movin' in on you niggas, no parking spot
Now they hangin' your photo all down the block
You can never talk down on the Reina
I know in the end that I'm makin' it on the top
And these bitches be hittin' whenever I hop on the track
Cause they know I be makin' bops
Lil' bitch, this ain't brand new
I been on my shit
I don't keep no bums
Got rid of that bitch
This Baltimore shit
We been on that tip
Y'all don't run shit
Just runnin' your lips
Think out the box, I don't fit in the grid
These niggas iffy they cap more than lids
Layin' it out like I'm makin' a bed
I put on my skates, and I got on & slid
My nigga make sure I eat when I see him
You bitches starve, and he don't got no bread
They don't want me to get up in the kitchen
I cut out these bitches like off with they head
Say I'ma do it, I went out and did it
I got the keys, for I got the whip
Stay in the scene like I left you on read
Basic lor bitch, I would leave you for dead
I don't like dealin' with people
I stay out the way
& Y'all don't know my whereabouts
Y'all always be postin' them pictures
Wherever y'all go, so we know all ya in and outs
You bitches is babies to me
I don't argue with people who live in they daddy house
He think I be scammin'
You niggas just be gettin' used
Cause y'all greener than Brussel sprouts
I cannot hang with these niggas
The niggas, I'll be what they say with the clip
Slide it right in, cause they stay with the shit
Put it under your chin like you wearin' a bib
I cannot f*ck with a nigga that don't got no money
Cause everything come with a price
I gotta see how you movin' and see if I'm comin'
Cause I don't need you in my life
Put me behind any mic
Probably be shakin' it up like I'm rollin' the dice
Yeah, I be makin' it hot when I'm stirrin' the pot
Like I'm cookin' a bucket of rice
You knew me from back in the back and remember that shit
Cause you'll never get to know me twice
Bitches be stuck on my vibe
All in they head like they itchin' and runnin' with lice
F*ck with you, f*ck with that nigga
I don't got a baby, so I don't be sayin' I hype
I don't want me worried about cheddar
I got so much gouda, I probably could bake me a mice
Put Reina on any beat, I can bet you and fee it
I'll probably ride like a bike
Runnin' circles like I watch man I stay on the clock
Because I don't like wastin' my time
I be puttin' in that work and I move till it hurt
But you bitches can't even apply
You be out here talkin' shit, bitch, you don't got a job
But it should be considered a crime
Bitch, you don't do nothin' for me, I don't give a f*ck
If you ever start cuttin' up ties
You don't gotta have my back, gonna keep it up front
I don't need you bitches on my side
Look, bougie little bitch, I can't f*ck with no bummy
I f*ck with them niggas, they give me that money
I stay on my shit, you can't call me no dummy
Bad but these niggas tell me I'm cruddy
Bougie little bitch, you can't f*ck with no bummy
I f*ck with them niggas, they give me that money
Stay on my shit, you can't call me no dummy
Bad but these niggas tell me I'm cruddy
It's cost finger, baby