Peta (feat. Meek Mill) (Explicit) - Roddy Ricch/Meek Mill

Yeah yeah

I used to f**k up my re up re up

Now it's the jet with my feet up feet up

I got the money and power power

Now none of these n***as can see us see us

I'm rocking furs on furs furs

I'm probably beefing with peta peta

I gotta pay her to leave her leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her keep her

I keep like twenty racks inside the lamb' truck

A n***a slidin' dawg dawg

I just put twenty racks on his head

A young n***a slidin' dawg dawg

I get a bag then double it double it

All of that talk it ain't adding up adding up

These n***as calling a peace treaty

B***h I've been turning the static up static up

N***a I'm turning the savage up savage up

Bentley rolls royce in the fleet ayy

I bet that cannon got reach

I still keep it under the seat

I pile the rubberbands for a living

I might keep the racks in a mink mink

And I got fiji on me

She mistake my patek for the sink

I was in dallas at V live

Honeycomb centers in the chain like a bee hive

He say he want the static with a n***a

Seen him in the streets he ain't tryna be 'bout it ayy

D**n all the crippin' it's serious serious

Blue faces in my amiri's amiri's

We got a sprinter of hoes coming in

I like my baby just curious curious

I just ordered up a rolls royce truck with the gucci

Interior interior ayy

When I was bending the block with the lasers out

They thought it was Christmas Christmas

Up the block and knock his braces out

We caught 'em slipping slipping

We was working out that vacant house

God forgive me forgive me

I used to f**k up my re-up re-up

Now it's the jet with my feet up feet up

I got the money and power power

Now none of these n***as can see us see us

I'm rocking furs on furs furs

I'm probably beefing with peta peta

I gotta pay her to leave her leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her keep her

I keep like twenty racks inside the lamb' truck

A n***a slidin' dawg dawg

I just put twenty racks on his head

A young n***a slidin' dawg dawg

I get a bag then double it double it

All of that talk it ain't adding up adding up

These n***as calling a peace treaty

B***h I've been turning the static up

Uh they was wondering what meek'd do

Yellow lamb' look like pikachu

Back to back in them roll royce

Jumpin' out them ghosts playing peekaboo

Eenie meenie miney moe see a bad b***h

I could peek-a-boo

Rolls royce to the chopper chopper to the jet

Cali' a week or two

Ayy all of that talk it ain't addin' up

I've just been lowerin' them ladders up

I heard they say they gon' rob me

I hope them n***as can back it up back it up

N***a just quit all that actin' tough

See you we turning our savage up savage up

Swim in the racks drip and drown n***a

F**k it I'm floodin' the patek up patek up

F**kin' that b***h like I'm mad at her

I never play with that p***y p***y

I keep some hittas with rachets tucked

All of them killers don't push me push me

N***a you balling on rookie rookie

This s**t is hall of fame fame

I got 2 k's they jealous of each other

I'm treatin' them all the same same

I got too many b***hes that I'm takin' care of

And they all complain complain

I'm never trippin' 'bout none of these b***hes

'Cause I know it's all a game game

I paid the cost for fame I even seen my dawg

Show fangs

Just for the love of the money and chains

'Member we said that we never would change

'Member we said that we never would switch

I made the call let 'em get hit

Way that I'm built never could snitch

N***as get killed f**k 'em we diss

F**king with us I took my re-up and doubled it up

Baking soda started bubbling up

They tried to throw the kid under the bus

Now I'm running it up

I used to f**k up my re-up re-up

Now it's the jet with my feet up feet up

I got the money and power power

Now none of these n***as can see us see us

I'm rocking furs on furs furs

I'm probably beefing with peta peta

I gotta pay her to leave her leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her keep her

I keep like twenty racks inside the lamb' truck

A n***a slidin' dawg dawg

I just put twenty racks on his head

A young n***a slidin' dawg dawg

I get a bag then double it double it

All of that talk it ain't adding up adding up

These n***as calling a peace treaty

B***h I've been turning the static up

Static up

Static