Lyrics All About Our Hog - ISVVC , Slyye , Southern Sigils

All about our hog, hustle
Stackin' up the paper mane
Get the fuckin' cheese by any means
No we do not play
Wallet lookin' empty
While you lookin like a lick
Easy pickins' for a stang
Gimme all yo fuckin' shit
This a 211 hoe
I'll break ya down into the fuckin floor
On the ground you will lay
Then I hit the fuckin' road
Hit the fuckin' dro
Sell the rest for a hundred fifty
Push this dope, pimp these hoes
Now your girl ridin' with me
What she fiendin' for?
Say she fiendin' for the bud
I'm the pusherman baby
I'm the muthafuckin' plug
Call me Curtis I'm the pusher
And I'm known to keep it cookin'
SLYYE the muthafuckin' mane
Got these thirsty bitches lookin'
For a method to my stash
You should know I'm bout the cash
Hit you with that 1-2-1
Knock you face down on your ass
In the grass you will bleed
Cuz you went and fucked with me
Keep my word, you'll kiss the curb
Taste the cold concrete
Southern Sigils in this hoe
ISVVC on the bumpin' beat
SLYYE slangin' out the Ford
Stang you like a bumblebee
All hail my fuckin' hustle
Bow down you little bitch
No respect, I bring the muscle
Long live this fuckin pimp
Hoe

Step into my stompin' grounds
And you are sure to get the shoe
Stompin' all upon your grave
And what the fuck you gonna do?
Slayin' in the first degree
I'm on a fuckin' murder spree
Blasted all them bastards with the pump
Come n get my cheese
Hollow point slugs at yo mug
You better duck
Ridin' slow in the caddy
With a baddie and the pump
Step into my deadly stare
If you wanna try your luck
Come and get me if you dare
Bitch I bring the fuckin buck
Once again it's fuckin' SLYYE
I will watch you slowly die
Turn the knife inside your guts
While I look you in the eyes
Homicide, I gotta slay
Satisfy this twisted urge
Grab my axe and the blade
Lemon bustas I will purge
Off the muthafuckin' earth
You're about to meet the eyes of god
Once you taste the dirty turf
When I smack with a rod
You will fall and cease to breathe
Submit on your fuckin' knees
Southern Sigils in this hoe
All hail this sick regime