Peta

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

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

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lam' truck, a nigga slidin', dawg

I just put twenty 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

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]

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

Blue faces in my Amiris

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)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

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

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lam' truck, a nigga slidin', dawg

I just put twenty 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

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

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 loadin' 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 or 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

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

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

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

I keep 'bout twenty racks inside the Lam' truck, a nigga slidin', dawg

I just put twenty 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