Chickens lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck up, f*ck up
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Rico Nasty, I'm savage
You broke b*tches is tragic
I got good hair and wet pus*y, make a n*gga disappear like magic
Houdini b*tch, I'm the baddest b*tch
Don't call my phone with that ratchet sh*t
My ratchet quick and my nine stutter
My money long and it's the eve of summer
Y'all not ready for a boss b*tch
I shoot first, no question
You is not impressive but n*gga be quiet
I trap out the bando, my weed never silent
I got a bad b*tch and she look like she Mayan
My pockets designer, your sh*t is [?]
You b*tches be trying and n*ggas is scheming
I'm [?], I got your b*tch tweaking
I got your b*tch naked, codeine got me leaning
Your n*gga is huffing me, saying he's feigning
I trap in the view, I trap in Lake Arthur
f*ck all the opps, [?]
Got the chop block, got chicken like Arthur's
[Verse 2]
Brrp-brrp, hold up that's the plug calling
If you ain't talking money ho then I ain't talking 'bout it
You hoes being talking sh*t but I know you not about it
b*tch I'm smoking Cali' kush, I'm higher than a f*cking pilot
Don't think I'm sleep, I know that you b*tches be plotting
Gold all up on my b*tch you hoes can suck on my diamonds
I got hella' bread b*tch like I'm f*cking Italian
No sesame seeds, my b*tches moving in silence
So if a ho got a problem, get my b*tches to solve it
b*tch don't snitch when the shots get to firing
But until then I'll be cooling with your man on the island
'Cause my n*ggas is hitters, only real n*ggas riding b*tch