Family Guy

Lyrics

[Intro: Christ Dillinger] Pockets fat just like Peter Griffin I step in that bitch 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 FUCKING SHIT, THIS IS FUCKED BEYOND REPAIR) (Evilgiane) (Surf Gang) (NUKE RADIO) [Verse 1: Acid Souljah] My pockets on that Peter Griffin shit, you know they fat as shit My pockets on that Peter Griffin shit, you know they fat as– My pockets on that Peter Griffin shit, you know they fat as shit His pockets on that skinny Peter shit, I can't rock with it Shoot him with the ray gun like Stewie if he talking shit And I heard you awkward with these hoes, bitch, you act like Chris I bring money home, bitch, 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 shit, bitch, 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 motherfucking 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 shit, they be calling me just like I'm Saul If attorneys sold pressed shit, then I'd be the best one Fuck your favorite rapper, bitch, I'm the best one I been working hard, bitch, you know I'm next up I been posted up, smoking gas, counting cash Bitch, you know I'm flexed up [Verse 2: Christ Dillinger] My pockets fat just like Peter Griffin I step in that bitch 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 shit from the back Had that rock in school like Jack Black I don't give a fuck, wake up, I take a Perc Go back to sleep, wake up, take a Perc again Smoking top shelf everyday, in the trap, nigga, 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 Nigga, fuck 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, nigga, 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 niggas 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 fuck her friend Wake up in the morning, trying to get it in I got big balls, Peter Griffin chin, got a thick white bitch, Meg Griffin Got a good white bitch, Lois Griffin, you a bitch nigga like Chris Griffin I'm a dog like Brian Griffin, my bitch ain't a ho', she not Larsa Pippen [Outro] (NUKE RADIO, NUKE RADIO) (Damn son, where'd you find this? In the trash?)