Listen to P.I.G.G.Y. (feat. Teenage Disaster & Afourteen) by Lil Darkie

P.I.G.G.Y. (feat. Teenage Disaster & Afourteen)

Lil Darkie

Hip-Hop/Rap

558 Shazams

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Darkie
Lil Darkie
Vocals
Afourteen
Afourteen
Vocals
Teenage Disaster
Teenage Disaster
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Hamilton
Joshua Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wendigo
Wendigo
Producer

Lyrics

Die piggy, fly through, with the "gee, how advanced!" I see a cop yeah won't fight but its fucking dry air Back in March shot with a glizzy, they won't fuck, uh Gonna die checks out on a Monday Looks in the eyes, yeah he looks for a gunfight It don't take much to run away from the law You escape once and then you run for the door They gon' cut us down, so what was all of it for? The media's deaf, you too fucking worried bout' just what the media says And they don't take your word from me The fact that you can't attest No guidance causing suicide and no one's shots are the best The bullets go through your chest To war! So get up, get down, rock out, rock thе floor And they don't care that much, send еm' up But you betta can But that is scaring us, ending of something, they calling you afraid And everything sucks, they watch you closely Spider bite, we gon' fucking fight to the very end Kinda' might fly away, escape away from the residence Nobody cares, go flash your light, giving me the evidence Everyone stares, their body yet they wanna then suck the dick Everything builds they tryna see you in hell Wait for my spirits they make me wanna kill her I might give up but somehow that shit it feels That I knew it I can hear, ah Bitch you would take all your freedom Bleed you till there's nothing left Shoot back with Gods revolver Attention your judgment has come So, so, so we gotta scream and shout? We got the guns so we gotta go loud Be proud to be in the U.S.A, yeah, yeah Piggy piggy, come out to play I got twin Glocks status how I pick my dead cop You wanna fight, then take my head in P.I.G.G.Y. you gon' end up with spider bite Yeah, huh, huh, yuh What if every cop was a bad cop? Then there would be nothing on the street but fucking crack rock Stacked up Bodies in the bags in the backdrop I might pop a shot at your motherfucking head top Dead cop Bullets in the air Pulling on my hair Until my head is fucking bare At the pig I stare My freedom on the edge of the knife I will fucking kill for my life Yeah, yeah, yeah Trust in your motherfucking government, my dude, huh Same guys let Nazi scientists take us all to the moon, uh Same guys make millions of Indians watch what they do, huh Same guys that want my information they watch what I do, huh Fuck that, you don't care about me, you don't care about us If you had it your way Then half of Spider Gang in the back of the bus, uh That's why I don't trust, you That's why I will crush you I'mma burn every piece of paper of that legislation they push through Bullshit Pull up to the prison with a full clip Gotta know what we think I think I'll fill you with bullets P.I.G.G.Y We then gotta get your license plate Grab the gun and pull it, bitch you know that you inside of that P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G.Y P.I.G.G Hahahahaha Hahahahaha Hahahahaha
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton, Alexander Wacksman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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