Lyrics All up in My - Skippa Da Flippa

All up in My

30 chickens kicking in my chicken coop
I got 30 shooters with me and I know they all gone shoot
I just capped off five birds, now it’s time to drop my roof
It’s like when you’re walking all off in my chicken coop
Chicken coop, 30 chickens in my chicken coop
30 shooters with me and you know they all gone shoot
It’s fresh chickens in my chicken coop, might serve you out the R8 coupe
Chopper hit you, make you do the chicken noodle soup
30 chickens in this chicken coop
It’s 34 chickens, in this chicken coop
He claim he a shooter, but when he pulled it he didn’t even shoot
See you’re the type of guy to start playing with the pistol, when you get on
the booth
And I’m the type of gangster that will cut off your head, bring your mama your
roof
But let me get back to these chickens, while I cut the head off in the kitchen
When I was whipping everything was different
Swear to god you would think I’m cooking chitlings
Ooh, pot at the stove, J at the door, I just want me an O
He knocked a little harder, I checked the peephole
Not scratching and itching, he just want the dope
You can get a whole chicken, or a leg and a thigh
AP swinging, 12 piece key, and it don’t come with no fries
I’m trapping vanilla skys, trap is so mean should work at Enterprise
Fish here, fish there, have a fish fry
MAC 11 turn your shirt into tie die
Now listen I’m not s’posed to mention I got them chickens that are so finger
licking
You had the same amount of chickens that your partner sold
Why the fuck is you snitching?
You a bitch, you be bitching, I ain’t gon flex, your bitch hitting
Uzi in here when I’m eating, grip it and stick it, I just want the Benjis