Lyrics:
wasn't for someone with a camera phone
Cause this pig calmed his tone
He got back in his car
To head back to the farm
I'm just thanking god
Because my life
find out where you're living
Better pack up all your shit
And get the fuck out of my city
Little pig little pig
I suggest you let me in
You're getting
the money shorter
What make you get it by any means you broke the rotor
Troubled water troubled water, troubled water
I oughtta stick a knife in your neck
Yeah, huh
I ain't looking for a cosign, most say we okay
Killer and I'm in no time, and get away so okay
No heroes, I slayed 'em
They counting
to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her
to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her
flash cars
Fat yards
Real rap bars, all my trap stars go in
If there's pigs on my strip
I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff?
I'll make
make it move
Cuz anywhere I go
Got me labeled that dude
Everything large
Real fucking large
Big big body cars
Tucked away in my garage
Big money bets
Cut through the parking lot I
Ran up into the mall
Pigs, people, cars, cooks, choppers and all
Throwing shoppers off the
Escalator, watching them
her to be smoked
Then I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yellin', "Freeze!"
But I'm already wanted for
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
with a Mini-14
Servin' them fiends in the
Middle of the night
Tryin' to get my money right
Gettin' my dick sucked in the broad daylight
Clockwork, work
wrong
But you asked for it baby
You'se a pig nigga ski mask for it baby
So I can hit you up on front teeth
You get dumb sweet you want heat
You
the flyest say we
Never switch it up we get it crunk in
Brooklyn the biggest borough
Whether you enter the Radcliffs
Boys & Girls, Tek or Murrow?
Niggas is
No Pig Latin but these bitches
On my ish babe (Ish babe)
They like put me on your mixtape
Tell them niggas smell
Don't fuck with pigs, EIO
Yeah, and it’s Free Jo, he in a four by four
Nigga, I do this for you lil' nigga, nigga
I do this for you lil' bro
I got some
Ever been on the block?
Red lights, cars stopped
Walk by hear the pop
Of a door lock opt
To look em in the eye and
You're shocked
Ignored by the guy
light spinning
On the corner by the new fried chicken spot
Cop car hopped the curb then absurdly hit the hydrant
Which wouldn't stop
Spraying water
tailgated by a motherfuckin' copper
But I ain't got respect for you motherfuckin' dickheads
'cause y'all was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheads
battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My
to the door
He eaten pork before and wanted some more
He said (Little pig, little pig, let me in)
Not by the hair on my chinnie chin chin
He huffed and he
degree in martin, the car ain't startin'
Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the Chevy
Wavin' techs up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my
a gladiator
If you don't get that on the planet for later
And shot him with that
Young wildebeest got eaten by a alligator
I'm a lion in the jungle with these
serious when I say to kiss this sack
In the front of a pig's whip I demand my sack back
If you lack on me I'll dab a hex on the cab now
Fuck pigs and them
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