Chicken

Get the chicken Yeah Get the chicken Royal Royal Tee nigga Get the chicken Ha Why they checkin' for me Who you checkin' for Who you checkin' for Get the chicken, level up and let me see you twirl Who you checkin' for Who you checkin' for Get the chicken, level up, stay out of Royal's world Why they checkin' for 'em Why they checkin' for 'em That big drip, that wrist flick that's why they checking on 'em Who you checkin for Who you checkin for Get the chicken, level up, and let me see you twirl Heard these niggas mad 'cause my mindset mainstream They be tryna run down, hit a lick, that ice cream Man my bag be so heavy, so I keep my wrist bent Yes, I know what you're thinking and the answers "Yes" bitch I'm not playing But I'm saying, hypothetically speaking How would you feel if I wasn't in the box you put me in? Brooklyn nigga at heart, don't let the soft voice fool you Started writing out my thoughts, now rap my breakthrough They be checkin' for the kid, just debating on the kid Got 'em thinking I'm a singer, taking notes from the kid Motherfuckers I don't fuck with still be lurking on the kid And they prolly gone be mad, when they listen to this shit Man listen, people sicken when they only see you winnin' But its crazy, they be trippin', wasn't there before your winnings Get the chicken, get the chicken, stack your bread up in the kitchen Get the chicken, get the chicken, making sure it's finger licking Yo, a chick just called clucking like, "What's the word?" I don't flock with birds, these chickens; they sound absurd Asking "When you gon pop?" I tell 'em to, "Kick a rock" You could call me Tiffany, 'bout to have this shit on lock So I head to Tiffany's and I buy my mom a rock She asking me, "What's the price" I tell her that "It's a lot, it's alright, it's okay, I already paid it off" Put the Paper Mate to beats, I'm just tryna make my mark Look how I penned that, look at the material I ain't into labels, get a deal then I'm killing 'em Go get it myself, these niggas, I don't believe in them Paid a bitch my heart, she spent it on some lil' ugly nigga I don't give a fuck, y'all niggas be fucking other niggas Chuck the duces up Eat rappers up like a chicken dinner Imma give my all and fuck it if they ain't fuckin' with me 'Byas gon' ball, no offense but y'all ain't dunkin' on me I got big drip, drip nuts like trail mix But they can't eat it, wear it like I did Flex it all, flex it all, go ahead and show it off Paid for it, so it's yours Royal Tee the one to call 'Lotta bitches in my business, go ahead and dust 'em off To the left and to the right, hit 'em with the shoulder shrugs And they never support shit, 'till I pop out with they fave, With they fave, with they fave Now they all like "Save a plate" Time is ticking, Flavor Flav Hit a lick like, how it taste Pulling cards, pulling cards Imma win like ace of spades What they say? What they say? Man, they steady watching face Checkin for, checkin for Man, I'm who they checkin for (Woot) Who you checkin' for Who you checkin' for Get the chicken, level up and let me see you twirl Why they checkin for 'em Why they checkin for 'em That big drip, that wrist flick, that's why they checking for 'em They call me Hollywood, still ain't touch Hollywood They be on Royal wood, steady Chip n' Dale the wood But it's okay, I'm good, I swear to God I'm good I pop out, pop eyes, you see the green, I'm good Who you checkin' for Who you checkin' for Who you checkin' for Who you checkin' for What was it?