歌词
Uh, ****, yeah, CountUp, ****, yeah
Big chicken shit, ****, GoldenBoy CountUpBoy, bitch, I'm that motherfuckin' ****, ****
You know what I'm sayin'? Uh, ****, yeah
Run out of motherfuckin' chicken, ****
Stand on that motherfuckin' chicken, ****
CountUp, yeah
Stand alone, don't need no help, got this shit all by myself
Pop my shit, I feel myself, diamonds bust from shit I dealt
He up as fuck and independent, pretty lil' bitch, she four-door Jenie
I strike a pose, I flex a fifty, Cuban rose, it's diamonds in it
Told ya I ain't gon' let up, ****, red Benz like ketchup, ****
Up two M's, can't catch us, ****, too much pape', can't catch up with us
Grandma said you fuckin' flashy, buyin' jewelry, steady spazzin'
Switchin' cars and still crashin', think they tell you I'm livin' lavish
Ballin' on 'em, I'm in the post, keep that burner, **** toast
Flyin' these bitches coast to coast, ****, go check coat, I'm in the snow
****, mmm
GoldenBoy CountUpBoy, bitch, I'm that motherfuckin' ****, ****
Let me pop my shit, ****, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? Pull a big dot on a ****
Pull a hundred out on a ****, ****'s stash bigger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
When you hear that flrrt, ****, know I'm flippin' through that money
I'm chicken man, it's my side of town, we be servin' junkies
Rental cars, **** flexin', **** hit 'em with a dummy
Came up, givin' turkeys back, **** think he bumpy
Fuck ****, forty racks on my bezel, yeah, zaza bags, they full of pressure
Pull up skrrt, a different Tesla, I slammed a brick, a fuckin' wrestler
Trap house full like fifty buddy, more from the dirt, my shoes muddy
The smallest Cuban, I spent a thirty, heard your whole lil' crew wanna fuck me
Heard your whole lil' crew been goin', **** flat, fuck they doin'?
Flippin' racks, bitch, I'm chewin', plottin' on 'em, fuck you brewin'?
Talkin' shit like Dame Dash, it took some time to make the bag
**** think it came fast, you cuffed the bitch, your lame ass
I made the play so you pick it and roll it, uh, you bust it down, I'ma sell it and hold it
Yeah, I run the trap and you beat up the road, and we don't give a fuck 'bout none of these hoes
No, we don't give a fuck 'bout none of these bitches, me and my **** gon' sell these chickens
Ayy, birds, ****, we sellin' these pigeons, they scared, **** gon' weigh up the digits
****
Big chicken shit, ****, GoldenBoy CountUpBoy, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Real dope boy, fuck ****
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy
Written by: Roderick Golden Jr.
