Peter Roll 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 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)
