[Verse 1]I keep the chip off in my cell phone, pocket full of stonesSmoking on the strong, Freddie Kane, Freddie CorleoneMarshalltown niggas, had a nigga running home (bitch)I call Kinnell, get me a .38, now bitch is on (bitch)9 millimeter Baretta to 40 cal (yuh)Glock 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down (uh)I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile (yeah)Fast forward ten years, came back with Roley's with golden crowns (bitch)Skinny nigga, six-wing mild sauce (yeah)With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches offSki mask on yo baby daddy? Well, that's that nigga loss (bitch)Pointin' my trey five seven, I got my point across (yeah yeah)A skinny nigga, six-wing, mild sauce (yeah yeah)With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off (fries, nigga)This burning hole in my pocket got me out here flippin' soft (uh).223 on my enemy, I tear them bitches off (uh, yeah)[Chorus]A skinny nigga, six-wing, mild sauceWith all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches offA plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottomBut fuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'emSay bitch I got 'em , say bitch I got 'emFuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'emSay bitch I got 'em, say bitch I got 'emFuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'em[Verse 2]KFC, Harold's, Sharks or PopeyesAdidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob tiesA fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seatsI got my license now, I'm backseat fucking every week (yuh)A thick bitch live in Miller, go to work (fo'sho)3:30, school was out then I was fresh under her skirtThem project niggas hit that bitch, that pussy went berserk (fo'sho)Don't hit without that Trojan, fuck around, you might get burnt (ugh)She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto (uh)Lock it, pussy pop it, I swear this bitch deserve a medalSeen school girls turn into strippers in stilettos (yeah)Pimpin' 'til I die, if you wanna stop then get ya shovel bitchExtra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottomFreddie Forgiato, all my bitches spoiled rotten (yeah)Cop that llama, got the hollows poppin' out the barrelGot a stain for them hubbas, meet me at the Harold's, bitch[Interlude]And I remember when the Harold's was on 15th, nigga(Right on 15th, nigga)You know what I'm saying? (For real though, fo'sho)I used to hit the muh'fucka all the time, niggaStraight dope stains and chicken wings, you know what I'm saying?[Chorus]A skinny nigga, six-wing, mild sauceWith all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches offA plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottomBut fuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'emSay bitch I got 'em , say bitch I got 'emFuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'emSay bitch I got 'em, say bitch I got 'emFuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'em
