YSN TM - Chicken Talk Lyrics

Don't even run cuz I'm gon' run you down
Let a nigga act like he won't smoke then we gon' gun him I was in that cell, losing money, bitch, I'm
Up a hundred now If you want some fire, Zah, hit my phone, I'm
Coming now If you not talking about no damn money, I can't front you now Gotta score on my camp, if you won't then
I'm gon' have to fight Walking in the school with some Zah,
I got the whole way down I don't got no heart, so if I kill you, might
Just crack a smile
Run off on the plug two times, man, I feel like punchin' My nigga ain't tryna pay no real money, so he gon' wait a while
Playing bell to ass when I see, like he was my child I been in and out the damn trap,
I might just stay a while Might just have to head tap his ass, he keep on acting wild
Only want some dead, nigga, we can't smoke no black and mild At the last, I played crazy in the ditch now
She just did the whole gang, when come get your bitch now
When I put that flash on your ass, you better get down
Better ask about some shiesty boys, man, we run it down
You ain't really bout your damn pros, you like to play around
If a nigga ever run off, I'ma have to hunt around
Can't tell Paul when I'm out, so I'm gon' beat him brown
I asked the plug where he at, so I can meet him now
I got fire in the backseat, dumping all around
And you can get it for the high, or you can get it for the cheap
But if you want some fire as odd, then you gon' have to pay that fee
And let a nigga act crazy, he gon' lay just where he tweetin'
And if he's tapping your rap, boy, you won't catch me on your beat
Don't let him catch that rap, boy, boy
I might leave his ass deceased Hell yeah, man, I'm on tether, but I ain't
Never dug no bees
Better run away, catch me in all black, I'm tryna l creep, tryna break ass Nigga gotta pay me for a feat
And let him reach for my chain, bet that nigga D.I.E
A tough talk, shit you do, man, we know that shit be cash
F*ck the boys, they getting clapped, got Lil Ray up in my pack
And I'm out, bitch, my way, and you gon' get that bitch
Walk around the crib trippin', got the 30 in my lap
Nigga, fire in, you know the shop open If you catch me in your damn function, know
I'm not lost If you ain't talkin' bout no damn money, might get left on open Cannot hit no bitch raw,
I gotta use a Trojan No apology, but hell yeah, man, I know I'm chosen
Put that flashlight in his eye, leave that nigga pose
His eyes around my neck, it ain't no movie, got my neck on froze
Steppin' on the opps so damn much, they always say I'm trouble
I can't let you take shit off me, boy, I'm not goin
Grown up on me like you on that tip, I bet this Glock showin
Don't get fapped down, flip them bars, I'm out of time
And I'm gon' run you down, bitch, I'm up behind you
How ironic, he still walkin', I just, how ironic
How ironic, he still livin', heard they tapped his head
I'ma keep dissin' dead niggas, Tom, put the band
You ain't heard what we do to opps, you better use your head
I was just on lockdown, guard sayin', make your bed
But now I'm out, I'm tryna catch another opp, I'm smokin
I diss and do, that's because he ran from me
If you want a fire cutie, boy, I need a 50-piece
If you wanna pay for your life, I need a 60-piece gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang