4 Wings

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft My niggas 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 niggas shine with the lights off (yeah) Here go some swag you can bite off (yeah, yum, wait, yum) Open wide, look at God, homicides I'm not perfect but I improvise Drop shit and my niggas vibe Endless nights I cried when Julito died My city needs me, I promised I wouldn't fail them If you love somebody, I promise that you should tell them 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