Chickens Lyrics - Singles - P.reign

Turn up 

Flocka rent, number 35 

Loyalty 

Never change my team 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

All I know is run it up 

Got got gotta run my money up 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

All I know is run it up 

Got got gotta run my money up 

All my life been sellin' birds 

Bag 'em up and watch 'em fly 

You the killa, you get killed 

Where I'm from, it's do or die 

Been to jail a hundred times and I ain't never dropped a dime 

All my homies rock with Rollies, we ain't scared of gettin' time 

See me? 

Skip college, ? 

I'm a grown man, no problem 

If you need work, I got it 

Can't tell these young niggas shit 

Cause we done came from the bottom 

Still got my hand on my hammer 

That's for nailin' yo' coffin' 

One Pac came wit that lama 

And walk up out with that chopper 

I give ten Gs to my shooter 

Mail yo' head to yo mamma, nigga 

Two birds in my back, I got two birds in my back 

I sell one to get bread; I keep one to get head 

Come on 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

All I know is run it up 

Got got gotta run my money up 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

All I know is run it up 

I'll go haul up in my cut 

? cops don't testify 

Loyalty before, royalty for my niggas 

I'm a ride 'til the end, 'til the end 

'Til the end 

All I know is hustle, grind 

'Til I make a fuckin' mill 

Keep it real 

Real street, nigga, all I know is run it up 

Run it up 

I'm a hit where it hurt 

Watch me hit, watch me work 

Put a pigeon in the pot, the birdie's dead 

So watch 'em twerk 

I don't care what block you check 

Throw yo' hood, bang yo' set 

Bitch it's OVO and Reps 

Raise my name so don't get wet 

If y'all niggas scared of them cops 

Better switch your occupation 

Like damn, my block so hot 

The fiends come to vacation 

Cut it, whip it, slang 

I ain't no pimp but I walk with that 'caine 

Ain't got no limp but I walk with that 'caine 

Got 36 chambers, protect your neck 

Wu-Tang 

You know what I pay for them thangs 

Prolly what I pay for these chains 

Only fuck with bitches that graduated 

Cause I'm in love with them brains 

Chickens go for thirty five, you betta pay the price 

Or that will be yo' death 

Welcome to the life, I say 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money 

Them chickens go for 35, gotta run my money up 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

Sellin' weed, my pistol tough 

All I know is run it up 

Got got gotta run my money up