1:45 in Milwaukee

[Intro: Chicken P]
Ayy, bust one

[Verse 1: Chicken P]
I hop out, ten killers, two BPs in the parking lot
This shit for real, this some shit I can't even talk about
Nigga get to playin' with that cheese, I be done lost my top
Show you how to cook a quarter ki' up in a coffee pot
Can't no nigga call my bluff, can't no nigga call me out
Drop a brick on him like, "Ayy, Deebo, stall him out" (Ayy, Deebo, stall him out)
Uh-huh, yeah, I used to hide the books at T.T. Tyra house
Huh, my celly first plea was thirty, I watched him cry about it
I was dead broke, out here grindin', I wasn't ridin' poutin'
I don't need no nigga to scratch my back, I'm scratchin' streets up in his wide body
Hmm, book 'em back-to-back, I'm back-to-back, I'm like a chiropractor
50K in cash, got thigh pads on like a linebacker
357 Glock, I dropped a rock, bitch, I ain't tryin' wrestle
Two hundred fifty thousand, all profit, got her mind baffled (Uh-huh)
Quit talkin' hundred-thousands, I'm beyond that
Nigga, I done ran up some millions with my comrade
Can't hear a broke a nigga, I'm like, "What? Lil' John back" (What? What? What?)
I'm on the East Side smokin' 'bows like they dime bags
Huh, I don't like gettin' my dick sucked in the car 'cause I drive fast
Glock 10 milli', 29, this bitch compact
I flew here for two hundred fifty pounds, but I'm gon' drive back
Wanna get some money (You work for me), come on, let me show you where the sign at

[Bridge: Chicken P & YTB Fatt]
Ayy, just follow me real quick, my nigga (Uh, uh)
I'ma show you how to get you together real fast, yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
Shit wasn't even no long process or nothin' (Tss)
My nigga, yeah, we turnt up and I'm in it, my nigga, just follow me (Tss, tss, tss, tss)

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
I might lose my hair, I'm fuckin' her, I'm bald (Uh)
I don't wanna hear about your Lamb' trucks or Maybachs, I already bought 'em, uh
Hundred 'bows with my legs, I'm flyin' through Delta, I pray the dog don't sniff it
Main goal was to make a meal, I did, now I want a hundred and fifty
Six bitches in a Cadillac, rich for real, BP the 'Cat
Go buy hiself a couple hats
Gave my jewelry to Cam,, can't relate to that
Hundred 'bows, put it in a U-Haul truck, I'm prayin' they make it back
Fuckin' a model from the back, no condom, still have safe for sex
Bad bitch hit her knees and suck it
Timbs on like Dion Duttons
Foxx for real, I'll kill my cousin, I chose her like Willa Hutchet
Dope sellin', forgis swingin' Chevy, I come from the country
Rolls fuckin' gold, Presidential Rollie, feel like Donald Trump
I ain't fuckin' ratchets for the black AP, big 'Lac like Barack Obama
More dollars than my followers, fucked her, ate out her mama
We got smoke in the whole city, we done bulletproofed Trackhawks and Hondas
Wearin' all black, six months straight, feel like Kanye Donda
Baby boots and Birkins up, image, I can't fuck that up
I can't keep a ho for nothin', Foxx shit like I seen her run (Yeah)
I ain't trust none of that you savin' his share, at every show I got my gun
Every store I got my drum, every tss I got my— uh
I hit rock bottom so much, I thought I had war with the top
Bet your empire let another nigga, while they payin' work for nothin'