Chicken Talk

[Verse 1: Joey Purp] Chicken talk nigga Four hundred forty eight grams mo fucka Bird talk good grammar time Catch him with that slamma now its slamma time Cock it back and bang now its hammer time I'm a grown man boy I stand on mine Ain't no business handle tryna handle mine Now mo fucka Niggas see me in my city better bow mo fucka Or get down mo fucka Shoot the crowd mo fucka We ain't never learned a thing about luck mo fucka Learn to duck mo fucka If you don't catch it straight consider that catching a blessing Shorty shoulda died have a shorty shortly niggas fucking reckless Bullets ain't got name tags Tag a nigga toe for steppin' Hit you for your Honey Oh's while your sonny eating his breakfast Now, how you like the sound of that All the ward young niggas with me All carnivores y'all end up artifacts Relics of a time past Oh you think you calling shots end up calling out for god Ain't nobody calling back Now what you call that Another stupid nigga overstepping his boundaries Catching bodies been out of style now Niggas catching bounties I'm just chilling getting fried Reading Catcher In The Rye Hanging kush bushes upside down let them shits dry Hang a nigga over a balcony that's a Suge Knight Fuck it if it look right Plug him if he cook right Finesse him that's the joog life My daughter ain't gon' want for notin' long as burner cocked back Long as sockets still plugged Long as lines not tapped Long as minds still pushing Long as I's got crack Long as eyes still bleeding out Rhymes still seeping out 40 phone purple fucker who you gonna believe in now [Verse 2: KAMI] For that work you a slave Good girl out the kitchen she deserve to be maid Pull that sleeve up we been working Put my feet up we been working Put a dollar on this purchase Boy I change your bitches purpose These niggas hiding behind many different faces Mask on we trying to eat boy we crazy I swear to god I'm just nurturing my nature off a yacht to pass my [?] Give [?] the access I tell him we was born naked Look, in close quarters they let it blow for the quarter Keep it low Don't tell them what you know Them being who you don't Boy I fuck around with fuck arounds who fuck around in smoke Niggas who fuck around with niggas they don't know Nose cold [?] keep a different coat on it All my niggas gonna shoot it Boy they treat me like the coach And my nigga outa jail Boy I punch you for a pair of them air nikes Jordan on the mic air tight Game 7 err' night get the early bird special Duck a shot flying out of the 38 special Keep the tool and I will utilize my utensils On my mamas I'ma shine On the sun I'm that nigga Hit that play then rewind