Peter Popoff
Swoop Gianni & Prod. By Reggie
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Brody piss a ton off a six think he Ben Wallace Silk the shocker it ain't shocking that I been bout it Fucking on his bitch I'm home wrecking, bitch that's Tim problem Stepping on a loaf in my wheats got my timbs wobbling Wore a plain Jane on a plane I'm a flight risk Don't talk to me with lingo I ain't never been on type shit New bitch be bilingual talk that chicken, cat and rice shit Had to put the crew up on that Katt, she got vice grips Wolf of Wall Street, this drac attached with something stocky Watch yo diet talking choppy Thirty clip got perky problems Keep this shit a hunnid thousand Thousand island got me dressing up, Hawaiian Casablanca Rock juelz with my bandana, I keep killas this nostalgia Get hit with Jackie Chan, if you reach for the medallion Celine undergarment got me fucking on Italians Bitch I'm about a bag catch a shell to the scallop I'm the type to Peter pop off at a nigga, like the pastor Strike off Henny hen, Benny Hinn she anointed Dope dick I got her snorting Tenny ten what I score it In a Benny Benz glass tinted with a foreign It's a faucet on my wrist, Peter Poppy spring water Nigga tell me if it's true or not Did I Peter pop-off with yo bitch, that bitch my thooter now Did I Peter pop-off with that chop, that had them hooters out I might Peter pop out in some shit, that bring the hoochies out I can't put my Peter in a skeezer, I'm so Cooley high/ I ain't gone lie I did f*ck she on my coofie now I been dropping shit inside this water, it's so roofied down Bitch I been turnt up to the max I wore my rubies out Took the wide body on a drill six the body count Fo was on the block, we hit up two, fix the body count Bro said I ain't acting like myself, I'm out my body now Nina come with titties, aw shit she got her body out Niggas renting strikers off of Turo that shit dumb as f*ck Facial recognition that A.I, you better mask up Slim Jimmy clip an ear drummer, finna blast something Nigga think he backdooring something, shit I'm door-dash hunting Took the police on a chamberlain, shit I'm past hunnit I been looking for a throwaway, feel like I'm trash dumping In all black ya momma crying that's a bad onion Nina on some bad bitch timing trying to bag something Strike off Henny hen, Benny Hinn she anointed Dope dick I got her snorting Tenny ten what I score it In a Benny Benz glass tinted with a foreign It's a faucet on my wrist, Peter Poppy spring water Nigga tell me if it's true or not Did I Peter pop-off with yo bitch, that bitch my thooter now Did I Peter pop-off with that chop, that had them hooters out I might Peter pop out in some shit, that bring the hoochies out, man
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