"Pig Latin" lyrics

(What's up, baby?)

I'm on the phone with some trap niggas, we talkin' in pig Latin
I stand at the stove, I grab me a bowl, lil' nigga, I did magic
I met a plug, I lied on my soul about what I sold
About what I growed, about what I drove, lil' nigga, I did cap it (And)

Ayy, now I'm that boy
I got a few bricks, I bought me a house
I'm not the type to be whoopin' my kids, I got switches right under the couch (Ayy)
I be in the hood, I shoot a lil' dice, I'm runnin' my mouth
Me, I'm a wide receiver, I get on them roads, I'm runnin' them routes
Nigga, how do you count all the paper you got out the street?
I don't know how to count all of this shit, I'ma try on this beat
Nigga, how do you count when the money counter broke and it's kind of slow and it's plugged up and the counter low?
I'ma try when it beep
Damn, that's a fool
Fuck it, let's start back when a nigga counted up in school
Walkin' 'round with them thigh pads, I was the richest nigga in my class
My daddy taught me how to fix it up, but he ain't know how to cook nothin' but glass

I'm on the phone with some trap niggas, we talkin' in pig Latin
I stand at the stove, I grab me a bowl, lil' nigga, I did magic
I met a plug, I lied on my soul about what I sold
About what I growed, about what I drove, lil' nigga, I did cap it (And)

I got a few bricks, I bought me a house
I get on them roads, I'm runnin' them routes