Peter Roll (feat. Albee Al) lyrics

And I'll whoopty-whoop He ain't even– he ain't even notice (yung Dza) Whoopty-whoop, whoopty-whoop Say, believe me Long as I get 'em Fuck wrong with lil buddy? You ain't even gotta know who I'm talkin' 'bout Whoopty-whoop, that's all you gotta know And uh, and it's right now, tomorrow That's how I roll, I be throwin' subliminals You ain't gon' know if I'm feeling like killing you I'm on the road, do a show for a mill' or two I be so low, I ain't doin' no interview Cuffin' a ho, me and bro like to switcheroo Diamonds on froze like I snow, it's a igloo All of my niggas, we killers, we serial Trix are for kids, I be feeding her silly food I'm on a goose and I turn to an animal I'm smoking deuce, I got high off the chemicals Yellow Benz, my lil boy think I'm Pikachu Richard Millie, that lil watch you got pitiful Shopping sprees, what you need? Baby, pick a shoe Every time I hear you sneeze, you get Jimmy Choo Every time a nigga play, they get hit We be throwing niggas straight off the bridge We be walking niggas straight to the trunk Project baby, made it straight out the funk I don't have sex, baby, I fuck I don't half-step, nigga, I stomp Walk on me, I mean step, I mean jump Cross on me, these niggas deaf, not an unc Fuck, I put that pump to your rump Might skunk, sharpen my knife on the bunk Sniper gang, if you play, you get Peter-rolled Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled You know how we rockin', nigga Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled, Peter-rolled (they won't do shit, they don't shoot shit) Get Peter-rolled (outta here, let's go) You get Peter-rolled I left the trap and I went to the trap I'm throwing racks and she throwin' it back If I want 'em dead, ain't no holding me back Used to wear skippies, now I'm up at Saks Feel like Khalil 'cause I keep me a MAC (grrt) Feel like Khalil 'cause I'm chasing a sack My biggest opp, I want him in a pack Switchy shoot fifty, yeah, just with a tac' (grrt, grrt) I'm in the Yams and I'm hittin' up Yak (yeah) When Yak up top, he hittin' up me I hit the club 'bout a quarter to three Instagram bitch want a daughter with me That Reposado shit like water to me Just know that we fuckin', you saw her with me (huh, yeah, yeah) Peter-roll, Peter-roll, Peter-roll Peter-roll, Peter-roll, guess how many bullets my heater hold (grrt, bah) They want me dead, I can't leave the home (Peter-roll, Peter-roll) Don't want no problems, then leave alone (Peter-roll, Peter-roll) I cut her off 'fore I leave the home (Peter-roll, Peter-roll) Plus, I get circled, at least at home Peter-roll, Peter-roll, Peter-roll (Peter-roll) Peter-roll, Peter-roll, Peter-roll The heater cold, mean your block ain't hot? Waka Flocka, ridin' with the chopper If Peter-roll don't pop, then I got you 50 turn the beef into a whopper Shut your mouth, I open up your maathaa Jump out, tote, crack his taco, salsa Blocka, blocka, blocka, soon I spot ya No one lookin', whoop him like my step-child Hope my oppers broke and don't accomplish I want problems, call the coppers But he fold, when I see him, that's obvious, bitch Y'all will never be none, don't amount to shit I'ma get higher than a mountain get (yeah) Teacher always said I won't amount to shit (what?) Proved her wrong when I dialed my wrist When I done up whip, blind man with a stick (grrt)