"WATCH FOR THE PIGS" lyrics
Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It Lyrics
(What the fuck is Dirty Nachos?)
(This Chicago, nigga)
Ay, put some cheese on that motherfucker
(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)
Neighbors real nosey, weed real flunky
I'm a weed Junkie
Got filet cash, but I still eat baloney
Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey
Grab the macaroni, come and smack his homie
You know I got it on me, flat em like a Sony (Real trap shit)
Burn em like a phony
In Florida like I'm Tony
Bitches said she saw me, she thought she saw my Audi
Okay hoe, I'm outty, I just want the toppy
You said it was your hobby
Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?
Yeah, I got my moppy
Okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me
Turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy, he calling for his mommy
In a red car, getting head by a blondie
Chopper started laughing, I'm like this shit ain't funny
I might be wearing a see-through coat, you tryna find me
Yeah, we open, like a plaza
Screen a nigga, like a plasma
Got the pump, like some asthma
Spray your block, like a tagger
Foot down. It's going faster
Football, we gon' catch 'em
50 shots, it's a massacre
Taste some blood. Bitch, it's Dracula
With a boy band, call him spectacular
Uh-uh, he smoking regular
One of my hoes, BM was dragging her
They flipping gangs, these niggas spatulas
I know she fucking, bitch I'm a happener
She put it down, I have to laugh at her
She curious, to why I don't ride with her
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
(This Chicago, nigga)
Ay, put some cheese on that motherfucker
(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)
Neighbors real nosey, weed real flunky
I'm a weed Junkie
Got filet cash, but I still eat baloney
Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey
Grab the macaroni, come and smack his homie
You know I got it on me, flat em like a Sony (Real trap shit)
Burn em like a phony
In Florida like I'm Tony
Bitches said she saw me, she thought she saw my Audi
Okay hoe, I'm outty, I just want the toppy
You said it was your hobby
Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?
Yeah, I got my moppy
Okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me
Turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil boy, he calling for his mommy
In a red car, getting head by a blondie
Chopper started laughing, I'm like this shit ain't funny
I might be wearing a see-through coat, you tryna find me
Yeah, we open, like a plaza
Screen a nigga, like a plasma
Got the pump, like some asthma
Spray your block, like a tagger
Foot down. It's going faster
Football, we gon' catch 'em
50 shots, it's a massacre
Taste some blood. Bitch, it's Dracula
With a boy band, call him spectacular
Uh-uh, he smoking regular
One of my hoes, BM was dragging her
They flipping gangs, these niggas spatulas
I know she fucking, bitch I'm a happener
She put it down, I have to laugh at her
She curious, to why I don't ride with her
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
