Family Guy lyrics

[Intro: Christ Dillinger]
Pockets fat just like Peter Griffin
I step in that b*tch and go right to the kitchen
Hide the work from the plug, 'nother hundred is missing
I hate when the Perc' guy starts giving opinions

(HOLY f*ckING sh*t, THIS IS f*ckED BEYOND REPAIR)
(Evilgiane)
(Surf Gang)
(NUKE RADIO)

[Verse 1: Acid Souljah]
My pockets on that Peter Griffin sh*t, you know they fat as sh*t
My pockets on that Peter Griffin sh*t, you know they fat as–
My pockets on that Peter Griffin sh*t, you know they fat as sh*t
His pockets on that skinny Peter sh*t, I can't rock with it
Shoot him with the ray gun like Stewie if he talking sh*t
And I heard you awkward with these hoes, b*tch, you act like Chris
I bring money home, b*tch, I'm the Family Guy
I heard about you, and I know that you a small fry
It's 2023, you scamming DoorDash
You flexing on IG, but we all know you don't even got a bag
I don't got to write my sh*t, b*tch, I know it smacks
I'm posted with my team, smoking gas, counting cash
That boy in my DM's, trying to go band for band
I sent him a picture of my motherf*cking balls
I'm so cashed out, I can buy a whole mall
I'ma go to Johnny Dang and be the next Paul Wall
When junkies need some sh*t, they be calling me just like I'm Saul
If attorneys sold pressed sh*t, then I'd be the best one
f*ck your favorite rapper, b*tch, I'm the best one
I been working hard, b*tch, you know I'm next up
I been posted up, smoking gas, counting cash
b*tch, you know I'm flexed up
[Verse 2: Christ Dillinger]
My pockets fat just like Peter Griffin
I step in that b*tch and go right to the kitchen
Hide the work from the plug, 'nother hundred is missing
I hate when the Perc' guy starts giving opinions
My boy got the strap like we out in Iraq
I'm taking the Xan just to help me relax
Brian Griffin, hit that sh*t from the back
Had that rock in school like Jack Black
I don't give a f*ck, wake up, I take a Perc
Go back to sleep, wake up, take a Perc again
Smoking top shelf everyday, in the trap, n*gga, everyday
I serve the fiends whether they straight or gay
Get fiends in the trap, look like ECCO2K
Wake up in the morning, get down and I pray
Thanking God everyday I wake up
Only sip red, ain't no green in my cup
I'll quit sipping before you see green in my cup
n*gga, f*ck it, you might see some green in my cup
And my pockets all fat like a BBL butt
Made a hundred thou', I just keep it a buck
If the stove isn't working, we blending it up
Rick Owens on me, n*gga, these is not Chucks
I don't care if it's fake, 'cause she got a fat butt
I step in that trap and mmm, enjoy that work so hard I hmmm
Yeah, I'm so damn fresh, I'm like hmmm
Run off on the plug, he so mad, he said, "Grrr"
Fake Percs got these n*ggas like, "Grrr"
Real Percs got me like–
Catch a flight, do a show, then catch a flight again
Wake up in the morning, trying to f*ck her friend
Wake up in the morning, trying to get it in
I got big balls, Peter Griffin chin, got a thick white b*tch, Meg Griffin
Got a good white b*tch, Lois Griffin, you a b*tch n*gga like Chris Griffin
I'm a dog like Brian Griffin, my b*tch ain't a ho', she not Larsa Pippen
[Outro]
(NUKE RADIO, NUKE RADIO)
(Damn son, where'd you find this? In the trash?)