Peter Roll (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Albert Robinson/Edis Selmani/Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell

Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Albert Robinson/Edis Selmani/Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell

Produced by：Yungdza/Des Wright

And I'll whoopty-whoop

He ain't even visit 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 Nigga 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 Nigga straight off the bridge

We be walking Nigga 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 Nigga 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

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 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 māthā

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