P.I.G.S. (feat. VYLE)
P.I.G.S all pigs are fucking us
Wash my sheets cause of all the motherfucking blood
I don't care what you say pussy give it up
I don't care what you say I'm a fucking thug
Fuck you and your clique yall are fucking dumb
Start a riot
I ain't violent
Fuck
I hate you
And your whole crew
What the fuck is new
Yeah what the fuck new
What the fuck you want from me
Yeah what the fuck you want from me
I hate this whole country I hate this whole county
P.I.G.S all pigs are fucking us
Wash my sheets cause of all the motherfucking blood
I don't care what you say pussy give it up
I don't care what you say I'm a fucking thug
Robbin em at the door
Fucking robbin em in the store
Imma grab your little whore
Give her something called a chore
Knock knock kingpin at your door
Glock cocked when the op find my dro
Six shots popped in his fucking skull
Tick tok times up seeing red like a bull
I like the sound of your Cries in the night
When I'm smoking on the pipe
Begging me to lay the pipe
Don't fight bitch I don't like dimes
No limits to my bars
Get offended like a tard
I wouldn't get if you crashed your fucking car
1, 2, 3
How many pigs do you see on me
Fucking them up so they don't fucking see
This is police brutality
Wash my sheets cause of all the motherfucking blood
I don't care what you say pussy give it up
I don't care what you say I'm a fucking thug
Fuck you and your clique yall are fucking dumb
Start a riot
I ain't violent
Fuck
I hate you
And your whole crew
What the fuck is new
Yeah what the fuck new
What the fuck you want from me
Yeah what the fuck you want from me
I hate this whole country I hate this whole county
P.I.G.S all pigs are fucking us
Wash my sheets cause of all the motherfucking blood
I don't care what you say pussy give it up
I don't care what you say I'm a fucking thug
Robbin em at the door
Fucking robbin em in the store
Imma grab your little whore
Give her something called a chore
Knock knock kingpin at your door
Glock cocked when the op find my dro
Six shots popped in his fucking skull
Tick tok times up seeing red like a bull
I like the sound of your Cries in the night
When I'm smoking on the pipe
Begging me to lay the pipe
Don't fight bitch I don't like dimes
No limits to my bars
Get offended like a tard
I wouldn't get if you crashed your fucking car
1, 2, 3
How many pigs do you see on me
Fucking them up so they don't fucking see
This is police brutality
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Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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