Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chicken Coupe, artist - Rio Da Yung OG.
Date of issue: 01.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chicken Coupe |
Snuck an eight of Wock' on the plane in my carry-on |
Told him he ain’t talkin' 'bout guap, nigga, carry on |
I been out in Cali gettin' money, I’m like Harry-O |
Shawty just called me, wan' me put this dick in every hole |
Cartier diamond rings on, but I ain’t married, though |
Yeah, that lil' weed you got straight, but it ain’t Larry, though |
Yeah, I see you came bustdown, it ain’t Gary, though |
The label tried to sign me for an M, I made that in the O |
Just counted up a quarter million on my kitchen table |
Ain’t been home a month and made three hundred, man, this shit amazing |
Doggy say he got some strong grams, how much them bitches takin'? |
Man, you ain’t really got no pape' for real, we know you niggas fakin' |
Trackhawks, Demons, Hellcats, we buy that shit and race it |
Walk his ass down and fah, fah, now he got a facial |
You can’t really fuck with me for real, you might as well face it |
Thirty-six hundred for a seal, you know I gotta taste it |
White diamond link, white Rollie, but I’m not racist |
Young rich nigga love to ball, I’m like Sanaa Lathan |
Pay a hundred dollars for my drawers, I am not basic |
Bitch, give me my money right now, I ain’t got patience |
How the fuck is you a Ghetto Boy and you ain’t got a spaceship? |
Man, how the fuck I’m 'posed to know your feelings if you don’t say shit? |
Hit a speed bump pourin' up and I did not waste it |
Read his paperwork, I know he told, he is not gangster |