From the album Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial

Peta (feat. Meek Mill)

by Roddy Ricch

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03 · Lyrics

"Peta (feat. Meek Mill)"

Yeah, yeah

I used to fuck up my re-up

Now, it's the jet with my feet up

I got the money and power

Now none of these niggas can see us

I'm rockin' furs on furs (furs)

I'm probably beefing with PETA

I gotta pay her to leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg

I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg

I get a bag, then double it (double it)

All of that talk, it ain't adding up (adding up)

These niggas calling a peace treaty

Bitch, I've been turning the static up

Nigga, 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 nigga

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

Damn 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

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

Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught 'em slipping

We was working out that vacant house God, forgive me (forgive me)

I used to fuck up my re-up

Now, it's the jet with my feet up

I got the money and power

Now none of these niggas can see us

I'm rocking furs on furs (furs)

I'm probably beefing with PETA

I gotta pay her to leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg

I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg

I get a bag, then double it (double it)

All of that talk, it ain't adding up (adding up)

These niggas calling a peace treaty

Bitch, 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 bitch, 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 niggas can back it up (back it up)

Nigga, just quit all that actin' tough

See you, we turning our savage up (savage up)

Swim in the racks, drip and drown, nigga

Fuck it, I'm floodin' the Patek up (Patek up)

Fuckin' that bitch like I'm mad at her

I never play with that pussy (pussy)

I keep some hittas with rachets tucked

All of them killers, don't push me (push me)

Nigga, you balling on rookie (rookie)

This shit 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 bitches that I'm takin'

Care of and they all complain (complain)

I'm never trippin' 'bout none of these

Bitches '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

Niggas get killed, fuck 'em, we diss

Fucking 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 fuck up my re-up

Now, it's the jet with my feet up

I got the money and power

Now none of these niggas can see us

I'm rocking furs on furs (furs)

I'm probably beefing with PETA

I gotta pay her to leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' track, a nigga slidin' dawg

I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg

I get a bag, then double it (double it)

All of that talk, it ain't adding up (adding up)

These niggas calling a peace treaty

Bitch, I've been turning the static up

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04 · FAQ

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What genre is "Peta (feat. Meek Mill)"?
"Peta (feat. Meek Mill)" by Roddy Ricch falls within the hip hop genre.
What album is "Peta (feat. Meek Mill)" on?
"Peta (feat. Meek Mill)" appears on the album "Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial" by Roddy Ricch.
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