Garlic Drip Anthem

[Verse] Sticky hands, garlic parm flexin' on my rings— Savory sauce drippin’ down like it owns the wings. Pressure cooker, turn your flavor to the finest crime, Buffalo silence, we smokin' in the chicken shrine. [Chorus] Garlic parm dreams, high life, fried things, Wings so good, they glow, platinum with the bling. Henry on the stove—an alchemist in the zone, Player crack levels hittin' hot like a throne. [Verse 2] Parmesan play, oregano dust in the street, Sauce game Godfather where flavors meet. Chicken so tender it confesses the sins, Golden pool of butter got me drownin' within. [Bridge] No blue cheese, I’m pure ranch ambition, Wingtip missions, drip-drenched in addiction. Taste so gangster, hustlers take a knee, Pray to the sauce, Henry’s culinary decree. [Chorus] Garlic parm dreams, high life, fried things, Wings so good, they glow, platinum with the bling. Henry on the stove—an alchemist in the zone, Player crack levels hittin' hot like a throne. [Verse 3] Skillet symphony, the sauce a holy choir, Hot stove pope, we call him flame sire. Fresh out the fryer, they steam like a snitch, Garlic first touch send a player to the ditch.