Chicken Coupe - Rio Da Yung OG, Peezy

Snuck an eight of Wock' on the plane in my carry-on

Told him he ain’t talkin' 'bout guap, nigga, carry on

I been out in Cali gettin' money, I’m like Harry-O

Shawty just called me, wan' me put this dick in every hole

Cartier diamond rings on, but I ain’t married, though

Yeah, that lil' weed you got straight, but it ain’t Larry, though

Yeah, I see you came bustdown, it ain’t Gary, though

The label tried to sign me for an M, I made that in the O

Just counted up a quarter million on my kitchen table

Ain’t been home a month and made three hundred, man, this shit amazing

Doggy say he got some strong grams, how much them bitches takin'?

Man, you ain’t really got no pape' for real, we know you niggas fakin'

Trackhawks, Demons, Hellcats, we buy that shit and race it

Walk his ass down and fah, fah, now he got a facial

You can’t really fuck with me for real, you might as well face it

Thirty-six hundred for a seal, you know I gotta taste it

White diamond link, white Rollie, but I’m not racist

Young rich nigga love to ball, I’m like Sanaa Lathan

Pay a hundred dollars for my drawers, I am not basic

Bitch, give me my money right now, I ain’t got patience

How the fuck is you a Ghetto Boy and you ain’t got a spaceship?

Man, how the fuck I’m 'posed to know your feelings if you don’t say shit?

Hit a speed bump pourin' up and I did not waste it

Read his paperwork, I know he told, he is not gangster