Trippie Redd - Peta (Ghost) lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd] (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Why the fu*k 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 ni**as (Woo) Abuse the b*tch ni**as (Yeah) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew) Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang) I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no Pour a motherfu*kin' four, four Pour a motherfu*kin' four, four Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost I fu*ked 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 fu*k up, hold the fu*k up Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, uh In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah Hoes, hoes, ni**as 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 ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew) Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang) I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no Pour a motherfu*kin' four, four Pour a motherfu*kin' four, four Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost I fu*ked 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, dick 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, ni**a, 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 ni**as 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 fu*kin' with the damn laws [Chorus: Trippie Redd] These ni**as hoes, hoes (Phew, phew) Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang) I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no Pour a motherfu*kin' four, four Pour a motherfu*kin' four, four Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost I fu*ked that b*tch then adiós, me and my b*tch just had a toast