4 Wings - Tierra Whack

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce

Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft

My niggas shine with the lights off

Here go some swag you can bite off

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce

Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft

My niggas shine with the lights off

Here go some swag you can bite off

Yeah, yeah, yum, yum, wait

Open wide, look at God, homicides

I’m not perfect but I improvise

Drop shit and my niggas vibe

Endless nights I cried when Hulitho died, yeah

My city needs me, I promised I wouldn’t fail 'em

If you love somebody, I promise that you should tell 'em

Ain’t buyin' what you’re selling, pockets swelling

Sellin' white, showin' off, feelin' like I’m Ellen

Salt, pepper, ketchup and hot sauce

Fry hard 'cause I do not like soft