Peter Roll — Kodak Black & Albee Al: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

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Peter Roll

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Peter Roll foi lançado em 12 de junho de 2026 por Vulture Love/Capitol Records como parte do álbum Kodak The Blessing

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RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Kodak Black

Rap

Albee Al

Rap

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Kodak Black

Composição

Albert Robinson

Albert Robinson

Composição

Edis Selmani

Composição

Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell

Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

YungDza

Produção

Des Wright

Produção

Derek Garcia

Engenharia (mixagem), Engenharia (gravação)

Kiara Moreno

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Dave Huffman

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A. Wright

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Letra

[Intro]

And I'll whoopty-whoop

He ain't even visit, he ain't even notice (Yung Dza)

Whoopty-whoop, whoopty-whoop

Say, believe me

Long as I get 'em

Fuck wrong with lil' buddy? You ain't even gotta know who I'm talkin' 'bout

Whoopty-whoop, that's all you gotta know

And uh, and it's right now, tomorrow

[Verse 1]

That's how I roll, I be throwin' subliminals

You ain't gon' know if I'm feeling like killing you

I'm on the road, do a show for a mill' or two

I be so low, I ain't doin' no interview

Cuffin' a ho, me and bro like to switcheroo

Diamonds on froze like I snow, it's a igloo

All of my ****, we killers, we serial

Trix are for kids, I be feeding her silly food

I'm on a goose and I turn to an animal

I'm smoking deuce, I got high off the chemicals

Yellow Benz, my lil' boy think I'm Pikachu

Richard Millie, that lil' watch you got pitiful

Shopping sprees, what you need? Baby, pick a shoe

Every time I hear you sneeze, you get Jimmy Choo

Every time a **** play, they get hit

We be throwing **** straight off the bridge

We be walking **** straight to the trunk

Project baby, made it straight out the funk

I don't have sex, baby, I fuck

I don't half-step, ****, I stomp

Walk on me, I mean step, I mean jump

Cross on me, these **** deaf, not an unc

Fuck, I put that pump to your rump

Might skunk, sharpen my knife on the bunk

[Chorus]

Sniper Gang, if you play, you get peter-rolled

Peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled

Peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled

You know how we rockin', ****

Peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled

They won't do shit, they don't shoot shit

Get peter-rolled

Outta here, let's go

You get peter-rolled

[Verse 2]

I left the trap and I went to the trap

I'm throwing racks and she throwin' it back

If I want 'em dead, ain't no holding me back

Used to wear skippies, now I'm up at Saks

Feel like Khalil 'cause I keep me a MAC (Grrt)

Feel like Khalil 'cause I'm chasing a sack

My biggest opp, I want him in a pack

Switchy shoot fifty, yeah, just with a tac' (Grrt, grrt)

I'm in the Yams and I'm hittin' up Yak (Yeah)

When Yak up top, he hittin' up me

I hit the club 'bout a quarter to three

Instagram bitch want a daughter with me

That Reposado shit like water to me

Just know that we fuckin', you saw her with me (Huh, yeah, yeah)

Peter-roll, peter-roll, peter-roll

Peter-roll, peter-roll, guess how many bullets my heater hold (Grrt, bah)

They want me dead, I can't leave the home (Peter-roll, peter-roll)

Don't want no problems, then leave alone (Peter-roll, peter-roll)

I cut her off 'fore I leave the home (Peter-roll, peter-roll)

Plus, I get circled, at least at home

Peter-roll, peter-roll, peter-roll (Peter-roll, peter-roll)

Peter-roll, peter-roll, peter-roll

[Verse 3]

The heater cold, mean your block ain't hot?

Waka Flocka, ridin' with the chopper

If peter-roll don't pop, then I got you

50 turn the beef into a whopper

Shut your mouth, I open up your māthā

Jump out, tote, crack his taco, salsa

Blocka, blocka, blocka, soon I spot ya

No one lookin', whoop him like my step-child

Hope my oppers broke and don't accomplish

I want problems, call the coppers

But he fold, when I see him, that's obvious, bitch

Y'all will never be none, don't amount to shit

I'ma get higher than a mountain get (Yeah)

Teacher always said I won't amount to shit (What?)

Proved her wrong when I dialed my wrist

When I done up whip, blind man with a stick (Grrt)

Written by: Albert Robinson, Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell, Edis Selmani, Kodak Black

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