[LYRICS] Roddy Ricch Ft. Meek Mill – Peta

“Peta Lyrics BY Roddy Ricch” Ft. Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill] Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Meek Mill] I used to f–k up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these ni–as 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 like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ truck, a niqqa slidin’
dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young niqqa slidin’,
dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niqqas calling a peace treaty
B!tch, I’ve been turning the static up
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] Niqqa, 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 pile the rubberbands 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 centers in the chain like
a bee hive
He say he want the static with a niqqa, seen him in the
streets, he ain’t tryna be ’bout it, ayy
Damn all the Crippin’, it’s serious (Serious)
Blue faces in my Amiri’s (Amiri’s)
We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my baby, just
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)

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[Chorus: Meek Mill] I used to f–k up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these ni–as 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 like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ truck, a niqqa slidin’
dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a 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 niqqas calling a peace treaty
B!tch, 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 b!tch, I could peek-aboo
Rolls Royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, Cali’, a week or
two

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Ayy, all of that talk, it ain’t addin’ up
I’ve just been lowerin’ them ladders up
I heard they say they gon’ rob me
I hope them niqqas can back it up (Back it up)
Niqqa, just quit all that actin’ tough
See you, we turning our savage up (Savage up)
Swim in the racks, drip and drown, niqqa
F–k it, I’m floodin’ the Patek up (Patek up)
Fvckin’ that b-tch like I’m mad at her
I never play with that pv$$y (Pv$$y)
I keep some hittas with rachets tucked
All of them killers, don’t push me (Push me)
Niqqa, you balling on rookie (Rookie)
This sh!t 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 b-tches 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
Niqqas get killed, f–k ’em, we diss
F–king 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

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[Chorus: Meek Mill] I used to f–k up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niqqas 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 like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ track, a ni–a slidin’
dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young niqqa slidin’,
dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niqqas calling a peace treaty
B-tch, I’ve been turning the static up

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