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Peter Roll (Explicit) - Kodak Black/Albee Al
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