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 'bout 20 racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin', dawg I just put 20 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 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 pop them rubber bands 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 settings in the chain like a beehive He say he want the static with a nigga Seen him in the streets, he ain't tryna be 'bout it, ayy They know the Crippin' is serious, ayy (serious) Blue faces in my Amiri's (Amiri's) We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my bad bitches 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 'bout 20 racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin', dawg I just put 20 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 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, fuckin' with this 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 'bout 20 racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin', dawg I just put 20 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 adding up (adding up) These niggas calling a peace treaty Bitch, I've been turning the static up