Chicken Wing

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Shit, I'm trying to tell my young nigga man Them niggas you growing up with now G'd up, man, when you grow up, they gon' be some pussies 9 times out of 10 Squad [Hook: 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 nigga strapped, it ain't hard to fucking 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 Nigga, where I'm from everybody gangbang [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Thugged out since a jit Snot nosed nigga in a jet, fucking with the baddest bitch Niggas know about me (What's happening?!) Waka Flocka pull up hanging out the window, screaming "Bow! Bow! Bow" Niggas better duck. Bow! Bow! Bow! Cars fucking flipping Caught the nigga 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 nigga told me cash rule everything around me Welcome to Riverdale, Clayton County [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] [Verse 2: Cartel MGM] My homie cooking caine, my other partner bagging 0's When I hit the interstate, I put my bitch on the road Pull up straight dumping if you ever owe me Leave your shit 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 fuck is that? That's the type of shit that'll have you laying on your fucking 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 [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]