Peter Popoff

Brody piss a ton off a six think he Ben Wallace
Silk the shocker it ain't shocking that I been bout it
Fucking on his bitch I'm home wrecking, bitch that's Tim problem
Stepping on a loaf in my wheats got my timbs wobbling
Wore a plain Jane on a plane I'm a flight risk
Don't talk to me with lingo
I ain't never been on type shit
New bitch be bilingual talk that chicken, cat and rice shit
Had to put the crew up on that Katt, she got vice grips
Wolf of Wall Street, this drac attached with something stocky
Watch yo diet talking choppy
Thirty clip got perky problems
Keep this shit a hunnid thousand
Thousand island got me dressing up, Hawaiian Casablanca
Rock juelz with my bandana, I keep killas this nostalgia
Get hit with Jackie Chan, if you reach for the medallion
Celine undergarment got me fucking on Italians
Bitch I'm about a bag catch a shell to the scallop
I'm the type to Peter pop off at a nigga, like the pastor

Strike off Henny hen, Benny Hinn she anointed
Dope dick I got her snorting
Tenny ten what I score it
In a Benny Benz glass tinted with a foreign
It's a faucet on my wrist, Peter Poppy spring water
Nigga tell me if it's true or not
Did I Peter pop-off with yo bitch, that bitch my thooter now
Did I Peter pop-off with that chop, that had them hooters out
I might Peter pop out in some shit, that bring the hoochies out

I can't put my Peter in a skeezer, I'm so Cooley high/
I ain't gone lie I did fuck she on my coofie now
I been dropping shit inside this water, it's so roofied down
Bitch I been turnt up to the max I wore my rubies out
Took the wide body on a drill six the body count
Fo was on the block, we hit up two, fix the body count
Bro said I ain't acting like myself, I'm out my body now
Nina come with titties, aw shit she got her body out
Niggas renting strikers off of Turo that shit dumb as fuck
Facial recognition that A.I, you better mask up
Slim Jimmy clip an ear drummer, finna blast something
Nigga think he backdooring something, shit I'm door-dash hunting
Took the police on a chamberlain, shit I'm past hunnit
I been looking for a throwaway, feel like I'm trash dumping
In all black ya momma crying that's a bad onion
Nina on some bad bitch timing trying to bag something

Strike off Henny hen, Benny Hinn she anointed
Dope dick I got her snorting
Tenny ten what I score it
In a Benny Benz glass tinted with a foreign
It's a faucet on my wrist, Peter Poppy spring water
Nigga tell me if it's true or not
Did I Peter pop-off with yo bitch, that bitch my thooter now
Did I Peter pop-off with that chop, that had them hooters out
I might Peter pop out in some shit, that bring the hoochies out, man



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