Текст песни
You can't even sit wit us
You know it
Keem
Chicken and Fries, Sag Live on the track
Pimerica, You know it
Yea
Me and K.Mean in the Saleen
Speeding like a n***a 18
Rolling thru the city like it's Skate King
High so I'm bout to get a plate of wings, like
I want the lemon pepper you can give me extra ranch
Sitting in a money tree chilling on a branch
Man I got my own gas I don't wanna match
That's all facts
Back to my thing though
Back to my wings tho
Want all flats
I be in the strip club dressed in all black
You can't get a piece no b***h fall back
Now she mad like you think you all that
Still I don't budge tho I'm a real mug tho
Baby why lie
In my zone don't f**k up my high
Can't have my chicken, can't have my fries
Here you go some money gone get some bye
Girl this mine this fresh out the fire
She said this real she can't even lie
This cookies and cream got me in sky
When in the zone I hit Popeye's
3 Piece box just to feed my hustle
Back to the grind and it's back to the muscle
Back to the grind, n***a back to the struggle
Might get a 100 just to feed my brothers
Celebrate some, or I do the s**t for nothing
Something for the rumbles and to show the mugs I love em
Daughter wanted some so I bought another dozen
N***a just frontin but I do this s**t for real
I be outside I be really in the field
Sag Live got the track live
Me and K.Mean bout to take things over that's for real
N***a
Know the drill
For real
This s**t sound so mother f****n epic and colossal
Light iight iight Iight cuz