4 Wings

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce

Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft

My **** shine with the lights off

Here go some swag you can bite off

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce

Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft

My **** shine with the lights off

Here go some swag you can bite off

Open wide, look at God, homicides

I'm not perfect but I improvise

Drop shit and my **** vibe

Endless nights I cried when Hulitho died

Yeah, my city needs me, I promised I wouldn't fail 'em

If you love somebody I promise that you should tell 'em

And buying what you're selling, pockets swelling

Selling white, showing off, feeling like I'm Ellen

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce

Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft