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



Credits
Writer(s): Kenete Simms, Tierra Sharday Whack-welton
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