Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Vocals
El Snappo
El Snappo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
El Snappo
El Snappo
Lyrics
Hitman
Hitman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Peralta
Brandon Peralta
Mastering Engineer
Hitman
Hitman
Producer
Hunter Sallis
Hunter Sallis
Recording Engineer
Frank Palacios
Frank Palacios
Mixing Engineer

Lirik

[Intro]
Uh, uh, who made the fuckin' beat?
[Chorus]
Chicken, ****
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, ****?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, ****
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
**** claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
[Verse 1]
**** claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
Chicken, ****
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, ****?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, ****
If rap don't work, I'm right back in the trap, back to servin', ****
Poor-ass ****, eatin' chicken nuggets, Jamal Murray, ****
**** claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
****, we are not the same, we are not identical
****, we are not the same, we are not similar
I'm a real chicken getter, standin' on principle
Gettin' money, skippin' school, ****, fuck the principal
Chicken, ****
All this motherfuckin' money, ****, I feel invincible
You ain't gettin' no fuckin' money, that's why your ass miserable
Back in elementary, I knew I wanted to sell dope, ****
[Chorus]
Chicken, ****
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, ****?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, ****
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures (Uh-uh)
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures (Richey, uh, Richey)
**** claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature (Uh, hey, hey)
[Verse 2]
**** claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna get up with you
Trap **** turned to a rap ****, I growed up swangin' pistols
Ain't shit to fuck this ho, I offer some money and then I give her liquor
Seven-figure ****, she straight up eat that dick up off the gristle
I'm turnt up than a bitch, went and bought my bitch some all her presidential
How my bitch watch bigger than these ****? These **** some petty ****
Free Freddy Wop up out the feds, he'll spot me, trap some fetty with him
Every **** don't try me, they end up dead, no, I ain't scared of ****
I can't look up to a **** he ain't never bust a chicken
On God, I could die right now if I ain't whip dope in my mama kitchen
These **** be havin' this smoke 'bout women, half of these **** bitches
Half of my ****, they swingin' switches, most of 'em chasin' digits
[Chorus]
Chicken, ****
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, ****?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, ****
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
**** claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
Written by: El Snappo
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