Lyrics

[Verse]
Rollin' up the block, smellin' good in the hood,
Fricken got the flavor, dunk it deep, chop the wood.
Batter crispy, lips gettin' hasty,
Juicy on the inside, man it's always tasty.

[Verse 2]
Step inside the joint, walls drippin' with the sauce,
Tables filled with laughter, never feelin' lost.
Order up a bucket, everyone's a winner,
Fricken on the menu, y'all, makin' a sinner.

[Chorus]
Fricken fryin' love, crispy dreams to savor,
Lines out the door, it's the new chicken flavor.
Gold on the plate, ain't no fakin' or flinchin',
Everybody's talkin', they all crave that Fricken.

[Verse 3]
Grandma's recipe, but we added our twist,
Spices mixin' up like a magical mist.
Juicy thighs, wings so fine,
Every single bite, boy, it's makin' you shine.

[Verse 4]
Secret herbs stacked in a vault so tight,
Midnight cravings, cookin' up delight.
Chefs in the back, craftin' up a storm,
Chicken so fresh, you know that's the norm.

[Chorus]
Fricken fryin' love, crispy dreams to savor,
Lines out the door, it's the new chicken flavor.
Gold on the plate, ain't no fakin' or flinchin',
Everybody's talkin', they all crave that Fricken.