Peter Piper

(Ajaks, this a banger)

I'm like, "****, is you cool?" You don't make enough (Frrt, phew)

I only use the money counter 'cause of paper cuts

It probably take me like thirty days to make a buck

I'ma drive the coupe today, lil' brodie, take the truck

Peter Piper packed a pack of pounds and he sealed 'em up

I just cracked a pint of pie and I'm pourin' up

What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin' up

Front-end, back, back, back, and I'm showin' up

I'll spin the front-ends, book all the back-ends, I put 'em up

If you could put more paper in your pockets, they ain't full enough

Gotta drop a lil' more in your soda, it ain't dark enough

These lame-ass **** gotta pour out they heart to fuck

All this fuckin' water on my neck, look like Noah's arc or what?

It sound like a lion fightin' every time I start the truck

I don't think it'd be smart to start with us

Big-ass ten milli' on me, it'll park a bus (Hm)

Big-ass bankroll on me, I can get you touched

Baby, I ain't with the roleplay, is we finna fuck?

I'm tryna run up a million dollars (A million dollars)

Dropped the eight, poured a four and a Fanta, four in the Crush (Huh)

I got pointers in my watch, why you get 'em crushed? (Huh)

All the butter in the pot, like, what you cookin' up? (Huh)

I'm finna hit her raw brick with a brick of cut (Huh)

I can get you what you need, now tell me what you wanted

This food right here go in the blender, not in the oven

Made thirty two days in a row, that's a triple double

If you can get 'em to my door, I pay you for the troubles

If you can get 'em to my door, I'll pay you for the travel

I been down walked out with a ticket, like a fuckin' raffle

All these motherfuckin' bricks, I could build a castle

I seen shit you thought wouldn't happen really happen

All these **** really jokes, I sit back and laugh at 'em

You think you could do this shit like me? Take a stab at it

I'll put the switch on your ass like yo' granddaddy

Bitch, I had a quarter brick back when we was wearin' ballies

I went half on the strike, me and bro was sharin' tallies

I'm like, "****, is you cool?" You don't make enough

I only use the money counter 'cause of paper cuts

It probably take me like thirty days to make a buck

I'ma drive the coupe today, lil' brodie, take the truck

Peter Piper packed a pack of pounds and he sealed 'em up

I just cracked a pint of pie and I'm pourin' up

What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin' up

Front-end, back, back, back, and I'm showin' up (Ayy, go)

Wanna book me? You send a hundred racks, it's goin' up (It's goin' up)

One-fifty in the front, another nick' when I pull up (Yeah)

Rolls truck, bad bitches jump on dick when I pull up (When I pull up)

Grab her face, tell her open up, spit in her, she stuck

I get vicious when I'm on that Tris, sippin' out the cup

Drink tequila on a mission, this lil' shit hit me, tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)

Usually I be chasin' the bag, won't even make time for a nut

I told Chicken I'm gettin' this chicken, I count up a ticket, it give me a rush

I make money in my sleep, but I be barely catchin' Z's

**** trollin' on the 'net, but never gangster when we meet (Pussy)

I be solo like civilians, half a million last week

Lil' cuz want another B, I told him "Let that **** breathe"

I was broke sellin' weed, barely did a stack a week (Uh)

Now I'm playin' with six figures every time I pack a seat

'Til my **** Smurk free, I told 'em "Give the 'Raq to me"

Put me anywhere with gangsters, bet you I adapt with ease

If they got them bails for the low, I'm bringin' back some P's

God forbid this rap shit get slow, I'm in the trap asleep

Got so many tennis chains, I need a racket, please

Got so many bracelets, they can't even wrap my sleeve

Got so many bracelets, they can't even fit my sleeve (Uh)

Red band on a Pristine, yeah, that's how I'm bleedin'

Feel like Allen Iverson, my earrings bling (Bling)

Ghost my fine shit 'cause when she fiend, she a demon

Every line in a **** rhymes, I really seen it

Seven-nine, that still mine and I mean it

Every angle of my lifestyle, I was dreamin'

Winnin' with my team, think you fuckin' with us, I'm like

I'm like, "****, is you cool?" You don't make enough (Swerv)

I only use the money counter 'cause of paper cuts

It probably take me like thirty days to make a buck

I'ma drive the coupe today, lil' brodie, take the truck

Peter Piper packed a pack of pounds and he sealed 'em up

I just cracked a pint of pie and I'm pourin' up

What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin' up

Front-end, back, back, back, and I'm showin' up

(Ajaks, this a banger)