CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hot Fries
Oink
Oink, oink, oink, oink
Oink, oink
Oink, oink
Bitch
Uh huh
Put him in a bag, he hot fries
Give my youngin' a signal, he knows out your wifi
Gotta get close enough to give him a hi-five, I don't respect no drive by
(uh huh)
You can catch me in the cut like peroxide
My Glock got a drum like I'm working for Popeyes, I don't do all that rara
He not a gangsta he p*ssy
I pop his ass and send him upstairs, like im his big sister
Swipey no swipin' I hop out the bushes
If my bitch stay down, the im buying her dolce
But if bitch switch up, f*ck it, im pullin' a OJ
Nipsey, I like to hustle, I like sin, my money double
Cross me then he know he in trouble, you'll think that im Luther the way that i'm bussin'
Choppa old and got a lil [?]
Bare this oh lord, this bitch got a lil rusty
They been had a curse on my block, some say I done got a lil lucky
Picture why the opp sister talkin bout, she don't want no dealings
I told that bitch get out yo feelings, your p*ssy only reason that your brother still livin'
f*ck wat yo friend said, your bro woulda been dead
Woulda fried his ass threw some powder on em
Had him lookin like Beignets
But im a rapper now so I really can't
Be on[?]
But what you expect when I was slangin' iron, before I thought of a mixtape
Im an upcoming artist you been late
My music hotter than [?]
Took the sticks out Tuesday and them bitches hit on that Wednesday
Yea
And the convo went like oink oink oink
And I was like huh
And they was like oink oink oink
And I was like what
And he was like oink oink oink
Haha
f*ck outta here
Got another trap and we back at it
Back at it like at it like a crack addict
Still making plays in the back alley
Still coming up simple mathematics
Draco in the back look back it
The .40 got a sight bitch backpack it
Tried to give y'all a chance but im back at it
Im back in the kitchen and Im back snappin'
Reach me the drum in the top cabinet
Instagram niggas need to stop rappin'
You ain't living like that nigga stop capping
You still scared of your step daddy
Where was you when I was sleeping on the air mat
You ain't even send a nigga care pack
Now im skirting off in a hellcat
Oink, oink, oink
Ha
Motherf*ckin' oink
Pigs bitch
Oink, oink, oink, oink
Oink, oink
Oink, oink
Bitch
Uh huh
Put him in a bag, he hot fries
Give my youngin' a signal, he knows out your wifi
Gotta get close enough to give him a hi-five, I don't respect no drive by
(uh huh)
You can catch me in the cut like peroxide
My Glock got a drum like I'm working for Popeyes, I don't do all that rara
He not a gangsta he p*ssy
I pop his ass and send him upstairs, like im his big sister
Swipey no swipin' I hop out the bushes
If my bitch stay down, the im buying her dolce
But if bitch switch up, f*ck it, im pullin' a OJ
Nipsey, I like to hustle, I like sin, my money double
Cross me then he know he in trouble, you'll think that im Luther the way that i'm bussin'
Choppa old and got a lil [?]
Bare this oh lord, this bitch got a lil rusty
They been had a curse on my block, some say I done got a lil lucky
Picture why the opp sister talkin bout, she don't want no dealings
I told that bitch get out yo feelings, your p*ssy only reason that your brother still livin'
f*ck wat yo friend said, your bro woulda been dead
Woulda fried his ass threw some powder on em
Had him lookin like Beignets
But im a rapper now so I really can't
Be on[?]
But what you expect when I was slangin' iron, before I thought of a mixtape
Im an upcoming artist you been late
My music hotter than [?]
Took the sticks out Tuesday and them bitches hit on that Wednesday
Yea
And the convo went like oink oink oink
And I was like huh
And they was like oink oink oink
And I was like what
And he was like oink oink oink
Haha
f*ck outta here
Got another trap and we back at it
Back at it like at it like a crack addict
Still making plays in the back alley
Still coming up simple mathematics
Draco in the back look back it
The .40 got a sight bitch backpack it
Tried to give y'all a chance but im back at it
Im back in the kitchen and Im back snappin'
Reach me the drum in the top cabinet
Instagram niggas need to stop rappin'
You ain't living like that nigga stop capping
You still scared of your step daddy
Where was you when I was sleeping on the air mat
You ain't even send a nigga care pack
Now im skirting off in a hellcat
Oink, oink, oink
Ha
Motherf*ckin' oink
Pigs bitch
