Chicken Box

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Hmm, yeah (Alright)

[Verse]
We some apex predators
Throw a switchy on my Glock, it shoot better
I throw a Patek on her wrist, she'll better her
We the fuckin' Gaffle Boyz, I been tellin' her, yeah
Thirty-five hundred for a sweater, yeah
He talkin' lil' shit, but I'm better, yeah
Bro drop some shit while he on Tether, yeah
Fats yellin' out, "Woo," let me get 'em, Fox
Five hundred thousand all blues, this a chicken box
We can meet up anywhere, nigga, pick a spot
This not that twenty-sixth, this a different Glock
I finna drop a six in a little pop
Hmm, you gotta add ice
I was servin' out a trap that never had lights
You never spent your last on the bag, right?
Put a laser on my Glock, I got a bad sight
Psych, see, walked in with some juice, pour the half pint
This bitch supercharged, do the dash, right?
Beat her down off her Perc', she like, "Damn, Mike"
You gotta chill out a bit
Wack a nigga, tryna stay anonymous
She like, "Mike, you miss that pussy?" I say, "Not a bit"
Bust a nut, then I gotta dip
He bought a bunch of pints, but they counterfeit
Huh, yeah, they fake as fuck
I'm lookin' for the scram, I'm tryna scrape it up
I made twenty racks before wakin' up
You can't go to work with me, you don't make enough
I gotta break fast to pick the bacon up
Bitch got a BBL, but it don't shake enough
You can't sign to Gaffle Boyz, you don't make enough
You might OD off this shit if you take enough
Stuffin' dick in this baby mama, got 'em breakin' up
Right now I got a four of Quagen in my double cup
When I drop this tape, bet I double up
You are not grindin' for real, get your hustle up
Unc' in the feds, beatin' niggas, doin' muscle-ups
She ain't got no waist at all with a bubble butt
Five fours back-to-back, we be cuttin' up
Go strong, use a mask when you cuttin' up
Four thousand for the Louis V button-up
I brought the semi out today, bro, put the button up
She be tryna give me face, but it's nuttin' up
I just love my .308, it's a mind-tapper
Bullets hittin' hard like a linebacker
10 milli' on my hip, you a nine-packer
Seats in the Maybach, they recline backwards
Woo, and it's bulletproof
I don't wanna hear about shit that you couldn't do
Or you wouldn't do, or you shouldn't do
Bust another, ask the bitch, "What you finna do?"
Gaffle on the floor, I kicked the bitch out the penthouse
Then I dropped a bag off to my bitch house
She'll eat the whole dick, she got a big mouth, hmm
Took a hundred off the bank just to give out
I'm tryna give a mill' back to the block like I'm Lil Top
He ain't even see it comin', sent the hookshot
Run off with a bag, get his foot chopped
Bitch made me nut fast, she had a good shot

[Outro]
Like, her shit was really decent as fuck
Waterfall type shit, you hear me?
Yeah, Ghetto Boy, RMC, MINE shit, nigga
Fuck goin' on, nigga