Roddy Ricch - Peta Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

I used to f*ck 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 beefin' with PETA
I gotta pay her to leave her
It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, the young nigga slidin', dawg
I get a bag, then double it (double it)
All of that talkin' ain't addin' up (addin' up)
These niggas callin' a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turnin' the static up

Nigga, I'm turnin' 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 pop them rubber bands for a livin', 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 settin's 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 comin' in, I like my baby, just curious
I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck with the Gucci interior (interior), ayy
When I was bendin' the block with the lasers out, they thought it was Christmas
Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught 'em slippin'
We was workin' out that vacant house, God, forgive me (forgive me)

I used to f*ck 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 beefin' with PETA
I gotta pay her to leave her
It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, the young nigga slidin', dawg
I get a bag, then double it
All of that talkin' ain't addin' up
These niggas callin' a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turnin' the static up

Uh, they was wonderin' what Meek'd do
Yellow Lamb', look like Pikachu
Back to back in them Roll Royce, jumpin' out them Ghosts playin' 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 loadin' 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 turnin' our savage up (savage up)
Swim in the racks, drip and drown, nigga
F*ck it, I'm floodin' the Patek up (Patek up)
F*ckin' that bitch like I'm mad at her
I never play with that pussy (pussy)
I keep some hittas with ratchets tucked
All of 'em killers, don't push me (push me)
Nigga, you ballin' on rookie (rookie)
This shit is hall of fame (fame)
I got two 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, f*ckin' wit this
F*ckin' with us, I took my re-up and doubled it up
Bakin' soda started bubblin' up
They tried to throw the kid under the bus, now I'm runnin' it up

I used to f*ck 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 beefin' with PETA
I gotta pay her to leave her
It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, the young nigga slidin', dawg
I get a bag, then double it (double it)
All of that talk, it ain't addin' up (addin' up)
These niggas callin' a peace treaty
Bitch, I've been turnin' the static up