Hot Fries lyrics

Oink
Oink, oink, oink, oink
Oink, oink
Oink, oink
b*tch
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 pus*y
I pop his ass and send him upstairs, like im his big sister
Swipey no swipin' I hop out the bushes
If my b*tch stay down, the im buying her dolce
But if b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch get out yo feelings, your pus*y 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 b*tches 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas need to stop rappin'
You ain't living like that n*gga 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 n*gga care pack
Now im skirting off in a hellcat

Oink, oink, oink
Ha
Motherf*ckin' oink
Pigs b*tch