Cartel MGM - Chicken Wing lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] sh**, I'm trying to tell my young n***a man Them n***as 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 n***a strapped, it ain't hard to f**ing 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***a, where I'm from everybody g**n [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Thugged out since a jit Snot nosed n***a in a jet, f**ing with the baddest b**h n***as know about me (What's happening?!) Waka Flocka pull up hanging out the window, screaming "Bow! Bow! Bow" n***as better duck. Bow! Bow! Bow! Cars f**ing flipping Caught the n***a 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***a 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 b**h on the road Pull up straight dumping if you ever owe me Leave your sh** 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** is that? That's the type of sh** that'll have you laying on your f**ing 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]