Pig Latin

I'm on the phone with some trap ****

We talking in pig Latin

I stand at the stove I grab me a bowl

Lil **** 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 **** I did cap it

AND

Aye

Now I'm that boy

I got a few bricks I bought me a house

I'm not the type to be whooping my kids

I got switches right under the couch

I be in the hood I shoot a lil dice

I'm running my mouth

Me I'm a wide receiver

I get on them roads I'm running them routes

**** how do you count

All the paper you got out the street

I don't know how to count all of this shit

I'm a try on this beat

**** 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'm a try when it beep

Damn... that's a fool

Fuck it let's start back when a **** counted up in school

Walking around with them thigh pads

I was the richest **** in my class

My daddy taught me how to fix it up

But he ain't know how to cook nothing but glass

I'm on the phone with some trap **** we talking in pig Latin

I stand at the stove I grab me a bowl lil **** 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 **** I did cap it

AND