| I used to fuck up my re-up
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| Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
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| I got the money and power
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| Now none of these niggas can see us
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| I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
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| I’m probably beefing with Peta
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| I gotta pay her to leave her
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| It’s probably cheaper to keep her
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| I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg
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| I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg
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| I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
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| All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
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| These niggas calling a peace treaty
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| Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up
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| Nigga, I’m turning the savage up (Savage up)
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| Bentley, Rolls Royce in the fleet, ayy
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| I bet that cannon got reach
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| I still keep it under the seat
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| I pile them rubber bands for a living, I might keep the racks in a mink (Mink)
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| And I got Fiji on me, she mistake my Patek for the sink
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| I was in Dallas at V-Live, honeycomb settings in the chain like a beehive
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| He say he want the static with a nigga, seen him in the streets,
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| he ain’t tryna be 'bout it, ayy
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| Damn all the Crippin', it’s serious (Serious)
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| Blue faces in my Amiri’s (Amiri's)
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| We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my baby, just curious
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| I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck with the Gucci interior (Interior), ayy
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| When I was bending the block with the lasers out, they thought it was Christmas
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| Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught 'em slipping
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| We was working out that vacant house, God, forgive me (Forgive me)
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| I used to fuck up my re-up
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| Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
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| I got the money and power
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| Now none of these niggas can see us
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| I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
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| I’m probably beefing with Peta
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| I gotta pay her to leave her
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| It’s probably cheaper to keep her
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| I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg
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| I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg
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| I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
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| All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
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| These niggas calling a peace treaty
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| Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up
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| Uh, they was wondering what Meek’d do
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| Yellow Lamb', look like Pikachu
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| Back to back in them Roll Royce, jumpin' out them Ghosts playing peekaboo
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| Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, see a bad bitch, I could peek-a-boo
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| Rolls Royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, Cali', a week or two
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| Ayy, all of that talk, it ain’t addin' up
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| I’ve just been lowerin' them ladders up
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| I heard they say they gon' rob me
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| I hope them niggas can back it up (Back it up)
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| Nigga, just quit all that actin' tough
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| See you, we turning our savage up (Savage up)
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| Swim in the racks, drip or drown, nigga
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| Fuck it, I’m floodin' the Patek up (Patek up)
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| Fuckin' that bitch like I’m mad at her
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| I never play with that pussy (Pussy)
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| I keep some hittas with rachets tucked
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| All of them killers, don’t push me (Push me)
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| Nigga, you balling on rookie (Rookie)
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| This shit is hall of fame (Fame)
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| I got 2 K’s, they jealous of each other, I’m treatin' them all the same (Same)
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| I got too many bitches that I’m takin' care of and they all complain (Complain)
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| I’m never trippin' 'bout none of these bitches 'cause I know it’s all a game
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| (Game)
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| I paid the cost for fame, I even seen my dawg show fangs
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| Just for the love of the money and chains
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| 'Member we said that we never would change
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| 'Member we said that we never would switch
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| I made the call, let 'em get hit
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| Way that I’m built, never could snitch
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| Niggas get killed, fuck 'em, we diss
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| Fucking with us, I took my re-up and doubled it up
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| Baking soda started bubbling up
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| They tried to throw the kid under the bus, now I’m running it up
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| I used to fuck up my re-up
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| Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
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| I got the money and power
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| Now none of these niggas can see us
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| I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
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| I’m probably beefing with Peta
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| I gotta pay her to leave her
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| It’s probably cheaper to keep her
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| I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' track, a nigga slidin' dawg
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| I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg
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| I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
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| All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
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| These niggas calling a peace treaty
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| Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peta, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп