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Chicken
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Chicken was released on June 26, 2026 by Against Thee Grain/Human Re Sources as a part of the album Chicken - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JaYy Wick
JaYy Wick
Performer
Jamie Ray Elkins
Jamie Ray Elkins
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamie Ray Elkins
Jamie Ray Elkins
Composer
Jake Angel
Jake Angel
Composer
Ryan David Weeks
Ryan David Weeks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake Angel
Jake Angel
Producer
Ryan David Weeks
Ryan David Weeks
Producer
Jay Luiz
Jay Luiz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Chicken
I was that broke-ass boy from the mud
Now I'm in the trap, I was cuttin' up
Don't mow their dishes, get into the chicken
Bitch, I can show you how to run it up
Chain cost a hundred bucks, I don't even wear that shit
But I still put a hundred up
Not a little, won't, up, can't let it do it
Ain't no time to cut it up
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a motion
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a, uh, uh
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a motion
Can't let it, can't let 'em, fuck with them hoes
Chicken, been a minute since I put my foot up in the kitchen
Bitchin'
Now that bitch ain't bitch ever since she seen the blue bitches
Really?
You would think with all these poles I was goin' fishin'
Listen, I was just walkin' now I'm in a dually that lifted
Bitch I'm next in high turn magic city to a country saloon
Kickin' shit with flyt, countin' racks in a Rolls-Royce, thoughts on the roof
Crack up with them diamonds, he fame, power but I told that lil' hoe what to do
I got so young, I just look like the young boy
And shit, this lil' motherfucker just want that shoe
I bought my baby some real estate
You bought your bitch a purse, we different
I was just walkin', I'm in that 480
It's spotted and Rarri shiftin'
I put my six in a drink, I mix the bitch
That's why I'm so lifted
Orangey, I ate a G with the big, yeah
I was that broke-ass boy from the mud
Now I'm in the trap, I was cuttin' up
Don't mow their dishes, get into the chicken
Bitch, I can show you how to run it up
Chain cost a hundred bucks, I don't even wear that shit
But I still put a hundred up
Not a little, won't, up, can't let it do it
Ain't no time to cut it up
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a motion
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a, uh, uh
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a motion
Can't let it, can't let 'em, fuck with them hoes
Run it up, count it up, stack it up, save it
Lil' bro use his box, spring it like a safe
That boy got 20s and 50s and 100s inside of his mattress
Said he don't fuck with the bank
Bitch, I'm from Georgia, like really from Georgia
I do not stay in the A, I grew up down south
In one of them towns where people get shot every day
Damn, shout out to Plug, he keep them packages in
We got one on the way and he label keep calling my phone
Asking when I'm a signage, man, I won't give him a date
I don't give a fuck how rich we get
I'm still using paper plates
I don't give a fuck about having no kind of security
I just walk around with it draped
I just was a broke-ass boy in the mud
Now I got mud on the wide body
Go spend a few hundred on liquor and lamb chops
Used to be noodles in hot pockets
Yeah, real steak, Sine, baby
Look how far we done came now
I used to walk the word, now I'm train hall riding
Switchin' through late night
I was that broke-ass boy from the mud
Now I'm in the trap, I was cuttin' up
Don't mow their dishes, get into the chicken
Bitch, I can show you how to run it up
Chain cost a hundred bucks, I don't even wear that shit
But I still put a hundred up
Not a little, won't, up, can't let it do it
Ain't no time to cut it up
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a motion
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a, uh, uh
Got a little, let it run it up, can't let it on four with a motion
Can't let it, can't let 'em, fuck with them hoes
Written by: Jake Angel, Jamie Ray Elkins, Ryan David Weeks
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