[Intro – whispered / ad‑lib] We’re nasty… We’re kinky… We’re all a little piggy… Yeah… Bronx drill with a heartbreak story 808s knockin’, but my chest still hurt (Oink… soft, distorted, distant) Let’s go… [Verse – Story x Kink] Piggy piggy, can’t you see The bass got its teeth in me I know my story has come to an end But I’m still in the field, still spinnin’ on friends Leather tight, bodies low Feel that pulse and let it go Thought you was the one, you was callin’ me bae Now you just a number, I’ma carve it on the K Chains hit hard, floor so cold Sweat runs slow, control sold Heavy 808 when I slide in the night Dark trap beat, still I’m lookin’ for a fight All this time I thought you was the one You was playin’ both sides, now I’m loadin’ this drum Breathe it in, bite your lip Lose yourself and let it drip [Hook – Drill x Piggy] What do I do? I can’t go on But the bass so loud, gotta stay strong You said you’d come back, said you’d never leave Now I’m on this drill beat, screamin’ through the grief Piggy piggy, can’t you see The bass got its teeth in me What do I do? I can’t go on So I turned all that pain to a war‑song [Break – minimal] (heartbeat… sub‑bass only) (breath in left ear… out right ear) Silence. Single whispered: “Wait.” [Build – Tension x Confidence] Hands on the wall Eyes don’t lie Oink it slow Then oink it dry Been past a year and I know I should go But I leveled up my aim, leveled up my flow Count it down Three… Two… One… Bronx drill shorty with the bulletproof heart Every bar like a dart, I’ma tear you apart [Build – Call & Response Flip] What do I do? (Turn it up, don’t fold) I can’t go on (But my neck on froze) You said you’d come back (But the streets know you lied) Hands on the wall (Now I’m back on my grind) [Final Drop – Gang Vocal x Final Hook] We’re nasty. We’re kinky. We’re all a little piggy. Oink. Oink. Oink. And here I am a year later, starting up again Not for you, but so I can be a stronger man 808s bang while I dead all the trends NKP is coming back. What do I do? I can’t go on But this Bronx drill beat keep pushin’ me on Piggy piggy, can’t you see The bass got its teeth in me Here I go, here I go, hurtin’ turned to gold Dark trap, heavy soul, but my heart too cold We’re nasty. We’re kinky. We’re all a little piggy. Now the only thing I trust is this mic in my hand.
