Letras
Lookin' at the guinea pigs, like why did we get guinea pigs
They started off small and cute, now they gettin' really big
All they do is shit and piss, plus they're both illiterate
Give them hay, feed them water, but they inconsiderate
Little pricks, they don't like me, not a little bit
I put my hand into stroke and they both hid from it
Slicin' up their veggies like a damn nutritionist
One night I dreamt that we formed a crime syndicate
Dapped 'em up and said welcome to the mob
Grills in our teeth look like corn on the cob
I ain't trim the nails, so if we spot an op
My guinea pigs claws will have your heads clean off
Gimme the loot, that's the fruit and the veggies, bruh
Slice the carrots, lettuce, red and yellow peppers up
They ain't pets, they're my furry little emperors
So if you step to us, it'll be the end of ya
It's the Guinea Godfather, up in the stu, spittin' hot lava
Leave your pets at home, we shop Prada
Think your crew's tough? I bet my hog's harder
Yeah, so don't be actin' silly
Go the top down as we ride through the city
My boys iced up, yeah, it's bout to get chilly
Piggy Mafia, man, I ride for my guineas
Tear through your street, couple guineas on a leash
Chomping at the bit, a bit of carrot in their teeth
Fur like mahogany, my boys lookin' chic
Still got their balls, watch em bounce by their feet
That's that pure testosterone
Fuck your mastiff, my pigs will give your dog a bone
Pull up to the scene, yeah, we in the strip club
All eyes on us, cause my guineas bricked up
Then we bounce like a pack of rabid rabbits
We got the sticks on us and I ain't talkin' carrots
What's a chicken to a pig, man, you're gettin' clattered
Cause if we gonna beef, you better duck, no mallard
Yeah, in your bed you'll find a horse's head
All you hear is week, week, right before you're dead
I woke up and then I went to check the pigs
But I ain't see no capos, just some rodents with the squits