Chicken Wing lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
sh*t, I'm trying to tell my young n*gga man
Them n*ggas you growing up with now G'd up, man, when you grow up, they gon' be some pussies
9 times out of 10
Squad

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm just chilling in the Dale
Smoking out a bale, trying to catch the next sale with my digital pocket scale (Work!)
Cell phone doing numbers, I got great clientele
Yes, a n*gga strapped, it ain't hard to f*cking tell
I'm from Riverdale, one swang, all swang
Cartel in the kitchen, watch him do the chicken wang
My clothes smell like dope cause my dog cooking 'caine
n*gga, where I'm from everybody gangbang

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Thugged out since a jit
Snot nosed n*gga in a jet, f*cking with the baddest b*tch
n*ggas know about me (What's happening?!)
Waka Flocka pull up hanging out the window, screaming "Bow! Bow! Bow"
n*ggas better duck. Bow! Bow! Bow!
Cars f*cking flipping
Caught the n*gga slipping at the corner store eating a box of chicken
[?] my religion
Barrel in his mouth make the hollows tongue kiss him (Mwah!)
Better him than me
I'ma tell you like a n*gga told me cash rule everything around me
Welcome to Riverdale, Clayton County
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm just chilling in the Dale
Smoking out a bale, trying to catch the next sale with my digital pocket scale (Work!)
Cell phone doing numbers, I got great clientele
Yes, a n*gga strapped, it ain't hard to f*cking tell
I'm from Riverdale, one swang, all swang
Cartel in the kitchen, watch him do the chicken wang
My clothes smell like dope cause my dog cooking 'caine
n*gga, where I'm from everybody gangbang

[Verse 2: Cartel MGM]
My homie cooking caine, my other partner bagging 0's
When I hit the interstate, I put my b*tch on the road
Pull up straight dumping if you ever owe me
Leave your sh*t shot up, like Holy Moly
20 packs, 50 packs, I mean a lot of packs
Handguns and choppers, I mean a lot of straps
Money coming up short, what the f*ck is that?
That's the type of sh*t that'll have you laying on your f*cking back
I'm walking down the white brick road, for real though
? That's the plug from Mexico
Now I'm shining, I'm stunting on you haters
Monopoly boys, we about the paper

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I'm just chilling in the Dale
Smoking out a bale, trying to catch the next sale with my digital pocket scale (Work!)
Cell phone doing numbers, I got great clientele
Yes, a n*gga strapped, it ain't hard to f*cking tell
I'm from Riverdale, one swang, all swang
Cartel in the kitchen, watch him do the chicken wang
My clothes smell like dope cause my dog cooking 'caine
n*gga, where I'm from everybody gangbang