​death to my enemies

[Intro]
This is a certified hood classic
I'm Peppa Pig!

[Verse 1]
Fuck cops on that Peppa Pig shit
Pink Glock for the opps with the hollow point tips
Green dot at your head, it's gon' be your wig split
3'9", on the money, Peppa seven foot six
And that blick get you hit, if she see you in her ends
When I'm in the UK, Peppa always at my hip
You could get dunked on, what the fuck, dawg?
She a pig but she always yellin', "Fuck cops"

[Chorus]
Ayy, like, go Peppa, go Peppa
Pull up on the opp block with the Beretta
Chrome Hearts on the fit with the red dress on
If you snitchin' to the pigs, you gon' get wet up
Like, go Peppa, go Peppa, go
You know we gon' hit a lick every time we touch road
AR hidden in the dress, keep it tucked low
If she catch you in the streets, she gon' let it bust though

[Verse 2]
Like, go Peppa, go Peppa
Took me to the UK and we linked Skepta
New Givenchy on the shoe with the red dress on
She don't fuck with politics and she love Berettas
Like Mommy Pig, Daddy Pig, keep the gang wit' me
Drop on the opps and you know they came wit' me
Top of the Glock, finna leave your brain drippin'
All these bitches Peppa's son, Nicki, feel me?

[Chorus]
Go Peppa, go Peppa
Pull up on the opp block with the Beretta
Chrome Hearts on the fit with the red dress on
If you snitchin' to the pigs, you gon' get wet up

[Outro]
I'm like, go Peppa, go Peppa, go
Go Peppa, go Peppa, go
I'm with Grandpa and we in the studio posted
Grandpa, please stop