PETEY PORTFOLIO

I'm sayin' I'm stayin' in my lane

We gon' watch y'all crashout

Ayy, look, I'm drivin' this ship

Ain't no time for no slippin' and slidin, yeah

Ayy, I'm rollin' exotic

I'm weighin' my options, I'm solid, yeah

Ayy, I stack it this high

And stackin' another on top of it

Ayy, you gon' decide if you with it or not with it

Me and my **** is always about get it

Look in your eyes, ain't no

Look in your eyes, ain't no dog, so I'm doubtin' it

Ayy, fountain my necklace and she wanna drown in it

Told me she love me, I'm makin' my rounds in it

Yeah, imagine the sounds of it

Applause, sound like she proud of it

Of course, she know that you counterfit

Ayy, now who got the motion like we got the motion

The question rhetorical

Ayy, black and white diamonds, it's lookin' biracial

It look just like Oreos

Yeah, the play was no good and your money was short

So your business is horrible

****, I'm polio sick when I spit all this shit

It's a picture portfolio

Yeah, look, they gon' sing about me

They gon' write about me

She a lil' crazy, she gon' fight about me

Hate to see another woman crowd around me

Put it in her body, now she out of body

Did the oochie wally, extra extra naughty

Bunch of hustlin' ****, it's a gangsta party

You were not invited, multiply the bag

Show you how to add, welcome to my class

J-A-Y, ho, spell it out

Used to have what's-his-name, mail it out

And now I'm gold grillin' and it's sellin' out

But ain't shit changed, but the bank

And I don't check score, cause I know the count

If pressure make diamonds, put it in your mouth

I get behind bars like I'm bailin' out

The weed smell good, but it stank

I don't believe y'all, I don't even need y'all

I can't even see y'all, Stevie

Y'all got the defects, y'all need a reset

Y'all need a recall, Keke

Palmin' her head while I'm blowin' her back

I'm just takin' it easy

I'm sayin' it's better to have me around

I'm not sayin' you need me

She want a rich baby daddy, I ain't got no kids

I'm too easy with the spit like I ain't got no lip

He ain't took enough risks and he ain't get no chips

And if you take my bitch, then it ain't my bitch

I'ma flip like gymnastics, you hustlin' backwards

A get money **** disguised as a rapper

The structure is good, I'm just makin' it faster

Just getting this green bae like Wisconsin Packers

Hold on, ayy

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Hold on, ayy

Fuck you mean

Hold on, ayy

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Hold on, ayy

Fuck you mean

Fuck you mean