Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jayy Grams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin McDonald
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Piglets harassin' me 'cause I'm the hottest kid on the block
Hands on their pistols, contemplatin' 'bout airin' a shot
They fakin', I keep them bitches waitin'
Stead and hella patient, draggin' Jason up to Crystal Lake then
That's what you facin'
Y'all opps be hatin', I ain't finna behave
Like I'm a sucka, 'cause you pussies workin' minimum wage
Or somethin', that don't regard me, my salary is higher
Usually really humble, but y'all got me off the wire
I'm on fire and it eats at you, hate the way I speak to you
Regardless if you got that badge, I see you as an equal too
So don't be tryna be fans, pops
I ever get the chance I'll turn you piggies to ham hocks
Saran Wrap
The body parts and I ain't even get the head piece
He spillin' hella chitlins, but I bagged up the pigs feet
That's a messy dinner, they love to test ya inner G
That's why my energy is like a weapon in ya brain, ****
[Verse 2]
I toke up on a Black & Mild, I got some massive stressin'
Why you always askin' me, "Can you ask some questions?"
Why don't you ask this white lady, clearly act like an addict?
They don't want a fright, Hailey, doin' crack in the attic
Fuck that bullshit, rent a warship, 54 clips
More grips to make ya pores itch, fuck a foreign chick
Sore slick through coordinates, I'm an outlaw
The crimes I done doused off, they evil, but they quite soft
I must say, "The U.S.A is pretty messy"
From old goons with TECs sprayin', world war what's next mane?
And donald trump is focus about gettin' rid of esés
All this bullshit, yo, it really got me vexed, damn
So you the least of my worries, you cum garglers a officer?
My ****, you a grown hall monitor
I start to fidget when the pig's near me
So won't you fantasize while I describe the Pigs Theory, ****
Written by: Justin McDonald

