PIGS

Holy shit
Whoa dude what the fuck is ahhh
Wow
Insane motherfucker
Alright let's fuck it up
Swaying in the air, you know I don't care

Head popped off, don't be a show-off
Blown off the way we have a stare-off
Cough, cough, you've been well off, I've been sold off
Share off all your money, tear up your tummy

But I be chillin', lookin' sunny
You so funny with that bloody money
Unfunny for your love of money. Money? gonna rob that rich ass
No bitch share, pass

Don't give me no sass, but I got myself a big fish, a bass
Bro, your house got so much mass
Grumpy you are with a hundred different cars

Mark my words, I'll be a star
Even after I die, it'll be Par
Haha, did you get that reference, bro
No

Honestly, yeah
I'm lost
I mean, it's like, I'm, I'm.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it

What the fuck
I'm, I'm motherfuckin' making.
Nobody fucking cares Shut the fuck up ahhhh
I care I'm lost

So kinky XD rawr, get that black tar

I know you got scars, but I got scars
So stop comparing and not be apart
Yeah, let's start
Give me 12 more cards

You know I stinky
Smell that fart
Oh, Jez
Fucking disgusting
No more chillin'

No more sun
No more fun
Just run
(Run)

Sun comin' down
Turn that frown upside down
We got the bag
Just run

Don't let your pants sag
We got all the chains
Yeah, I got it all in the bag
With my ragged hands

Hard ship
Fuck these bands
Knock rich ass with pans
Swaying in the air, you know I don't care

Head popped off, don't be a show-off
Blown off the way we have a stare-off
Cough, cough, you've been well off, I've been sold off
Share off all your money, tear up your tummy

But I be chillin', lookin' sunny
You so funny with that bloody money
Unfunny for your love of money
Your love of money is a passion
Came through and I'ma smash him
I ain't never gonna stop, but I feel like this is class when

I been scoring these bitches
Came back lookin' like pictures
Came back lookin' like better than most of y'all ever could figure
Got a silver spoon

I'm a grave digger
Shallow grave for the glutinous
Now love for money can't compare to my temper
Hm it's troubling
They wanna gamble with life
When it go down I'll be doubling
Cus the hate I have for the greedy, my stomach is bubbling
I've been golfing with the rich
Yelling out four
I just got a birdie
It hit his head
Head hit the floor
Must have not heard me

I be wakin' up early
I be feedin' the wormies some bodies
But that's only on the days that the sea is to choppy
And left no trace, no copies

I be dope like poppy
And you won't make it out this den
You're too sloppy
Go and get me a sock, please

Fill it with quarters
I need to knock some sense
Into these arrogant one percents who just keep on stocking
Why quarters couldn't you went with Pennies? Wouldn't that make more sense?

Because
I would get 25 to life for every one I put in the bag
Dry over a fire like a Christmas stocking
Because no matter how much they stockpile, they can't stop me

Okay, you know they got me