Chicken Little lyrics

[Verse 1]
You see rainbows on my wrist, yea this b*tch like a pack of skittles
I just left the spot, cookin’ a half a bird, this Chicken Little
I keep scorin’ all these touchdowns for the team, I’m George Kittle
I just met this b*tch today and she already tryna eat my pickle
You try and run from this b*tch but you can’t cuz it hit like a missile
f*ck a double double, I’m 6 figures up, I drop triple triples
I used to spin out like a beyblade, n*ggas don’t post on they strip
On God the sun was still out first time I ever spin’t
All that cappin’ in your raps ‘bout money, can’t even pay your rent
I just stopped at Dior, spent $10,000, I’m always in Fifths
They better put me on Mount Rushmore when I die cuz imma legend
And I f*ckin’ hate the cops, never dialed a 9 before 11
Swear to God I hate these rappin’ n*ggas, cappin’ like they steppin’
My b*tch said that she hate dogs, but they said “All dogs go to heaven”
She ain’t gon’ ask me no questions, that b*tch already know how I’m comin’
$200,000 in all hundreds and it don’t even look like nothin’
Kyrie Irving iso watch out, yeah I’m ‘bout to score a bucket
And we turned the whole world upside down the day they killed my cousin
And if you ask her who her favorite is, that b*tch gon’ say, “The boy”
They tried to go against me, I’m still undefeated like I’m Floyd
On my way back to the city, I think they landed with my load
And imma take my mugshot with my chin up, I won't ever fold
When I look in the mirror, I know one day I might go to hell
He tried to run, they tapped his head with that “Brrrt” then he fell
[Outro]
And I’m too slime, I get you backdoored, I don’t know you, you not my kin
I love Benji’ Franklins so much, man that n*gga like my twin