Waffles & Chicken lyrics

[Verse 1: ACOT]
Young f*ckin' boy, I got hoes like Flavor Flav
I just nutted on yo' b*tch and she beggin' me to stay
But I'm on a f*ckin' mission so get out my f*ckin' way
Used hit a lick a day, now I'm dancin' on the stage
f*ck a genie in a bottle, I'ma get it on my own
Bunch of benjis in my pants and a bunch of hoes to bone
I got b*tches in my room 'cause my momma isn't home (Uh, uh)
b*tch, I'm all out of my rubber so I guess you givin' dome (What?)
Cookin', cookin', cookin', you'da think I'm Walter White
Got a bed inside the studio, I do this day and night (ACOT)
ACOT, thought you knew I was up next
f*ck a hatin' little b*tch, I'm just tryna chase a check (Damn)

[Chorus: ACOT & EyeKeem]
Tell me when the f*ck I asked for your opinion? (Never)
You don' like my sh*t well you don' have to listen (Nah)
Hatin' little hoes tryna blow my vision (Sucka)
But I'm countin' guala, eatin' waffles with my chicken (Yuh)
Tell me when the f*ck I asked for your opinion? (Never)
You don' like my sh*t well you don' have to listen (Nah)
Hatin' little hoes tryna blow my vision (Sucka)
But I'm countin' guala, eatin' waffles with my chicken (Hey, yuh, ayy)

[Verse 2: Eyekeem]
Waffles all over my chicken (All over my)
Syrup, you know that b*tch thickened
She suck my di*k for a livin' (What?)
Then I bust, leave her my children (Yuh)
Jacksons and Hamils and Benz (Uh)
Give a f*ck 'bout a ten (Nah)
Me and ACOT in the pent' (What?)
Leave 'em buried, no ferment
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, Goyard for my b*tch (Money)
Runnin' man, gunnin' man, shootin' shots at his kicks (Pow, pow)
Only hangin' with the gang (Ayy)
Told that b*tch she a pain (Ayy)
But the pus*y, can't refrain (Ayy)
You was never in my lane