Peta (Ghost) [Pi’erre Bourne Version] lyrics

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Pi’erre Bourne


[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Why the f*ck you hesitant? (Yeah)
Yeah, gang (Woo)
(Phew, phew)
Somebody call PETA (Yeah)
Somebody call— (Yeah)
Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)
Gang
Abuse the b*tch n*ggas (Woo)
Abuse the b*tch n*ggas (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These n*ggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherf*ckin' four, four
Pour a motherf*ckin' four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I f*cked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hold the f*ck up, hold the f*ck up
Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, uh
In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah
If you think you gang, pus*y, double up, yeah
Hoes, hoes, n*ggas hoes, yeah
You a friend or a foe? Let me know, know
Slam my door
Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door
There ain't no feds ain't swinging my door, uh
Yeah, for sure
Count my dough, yeah
She gon' smoke my dope, yeah
This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Chris King]
These n*ggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherf*ckin' four, four
Pour a motherf*ckin' four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I f*cked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast (Snot, hah)

[Verse 2: Chris King]
Pullin' out choppers, burnin' up dope
Beatin' her box, di*k in her throat
Got this brick off the dock, it was straight off the boat
I step on the block, I was cutting pure dope
We still pickin' locks, you doin' it wrong
We kickin' in doors, like, is anyone home?
Knock the dreadlocks off the top of his dome (Blatt)
I grip the chrome, n*gga, you use Google Chrome
Turn me up a notch, put me in my zone
Put him in the plot like the scene is yours
And this brick as old as a dinosaur (Old)
And this chopper loud as an Aventador (Hah)
I'm with the bullsh*t something like a matador
Empty the full clips 'til the opposition headed off (Blatt)
Bad b*tches and they always wanna tag along
Couple bands on the wrist and I ain't brag at all (Nah)
You feeling giant, then I make your bodybag tall
My n*ggas slide in minivans or a damn foreign (Slide)
I get too high and I ain't scared of the damn fall
We slanging iron, we ain't f*ckin' with the damn laws
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
These n*ggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherf*ckin' four, four
Pour a motherf*ckin' four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I f*cked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast
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