​baked chicken lyrics

[Intro]
(You not in the band, b*tch)
(Four3va)

[Verse 1: Che]
Yeah, she won't leave me 'lone, yeah, yeah
I still rock Vlone, yeah, yeah
Like, oh my—
I'm so clean, I felt so cold, yeah, yeah
I just wan' take her home, yeah, yeah
She just wants some Rick on her Ramone
I'm just tryna give her di*k, like b*tch, come on
These hoes make me so sick, b*tch, got me blown
I love my wrist, b*tch, that two-tone, yeah
Kevin Gate like "2 Phones", yeah
Bullet straight to his home, yeah
n*ggas ain't never touched Goyard, yeah
b*tches shakin' ass, don't got my attention
Why these pus*y n*ggas keep me in they mentions?
b*tch, all of these bullets goin' one direction
Why n*ggas say I'm so broke, like why you pressed then?
Pressed than Pippen
If you wanna test, we gon' hit, oh-yeah
Go get you a vest, don't get hit b*tch
Do I want the 'Tech or the Tris', b*tch?
M16 on my wishlist, yeah
Still looking for a perfect ending
"Boy, we just best friends", I end it
Eating a baked chicken, yeah
Say, "Lil' che, ain't been missing"
And on God, I ain't been missing, yeah
[Verse 2: Glo]
Want a badass bi' like Chrisean
Better not cross me like Christian, yeah
I'ma shoot with that .30 like Stephen
You get hit with that Jif for that dissin', yeah
n*gga f*cked up, he off the Heroine
Like it's Madden, my n*ggas start blitzin', yeah
I be singing in school, Zac Efron
It's some snakes in the grass and they hissin', yeah (They hissin', yeah)
It's some goofy ass n*ggas I left last year, but these pus*y ass n*ggas want smoke now
I'ma call up my shooter, got a tattoo tear
But they know that I don't give a f*ck, though
I've been goin' up, n*gga, yeah, I'm top tier
I'm just tryna pull up Bentley truck now
f*ck the underground, all of these n*ggas be weird

[Outro: Glo]
Yeah, yeah
b*tch, I'm riding with that stick, yeah, yeah, yeah
That b*tch tryna suck my di*k, yeah, yeah, yeah
That pus*y boy get hit, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chopper split, yeah, yeah, yeah
These backwoods got me sick, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, I'm riding with that stick, yeah, yeah, yeah
That b*tch tryna suck my di*k, yeah, yeah, yeah
That pus*y boy get hit, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chopper split, yeah, yeah, yeah
These backwoods got me sick, yeah, yeah, yeah