Peter Piper (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DMB Gotti]
(Saucy on the beat)
Go'n and shake somethin'
She got a bun in the oven, still'll bake somethin'
You know what happened? She was classy
We done turned her to a rat
Now the b*tch suck di*k 'til the day done, ooh

[Chorus: DMB Gotti]
Peter Piper
Your baby mama f*cking squad and she excited
No appetizer, but I'm serving with a slider
And me and my my n*ggas'll run into your property
Orville Redenbacher, me and my n*ggas, we poppin' it
Take your b*tch to dinner, order up a lobster
Then f*ck her over, leave her sittin' in the lobby
Do a show, then run up in a n*gga pockets
Sliding in a Maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
Origami, I been folding paper properly
No Monopoly, run up in a n*gga property
Then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies

[Verse 1: DMB Gotti]
We do not ask for nothin', we gon' take it
Plot twist, I been flockin' with an Asian
Baghdad, whole team land invasion
Lil' ratchet ass b*tch suck di*k daily basis, no cap
Peter Piper
Your baby mama f*cking squad and she excited
Do not disturb, she not gon' see it, don't even write her
No appetizer but I'm serving with a slider
Polar bear, my n*ggas colder than the waters up at Rikers
He spent one night with her, he talkin' 'bout he like her
Ayy, she a ratchet, cuz, you shouldn't even wife her
b*tch a sock up in the kitchen, everyone done slipped inside her, all facts
[Verse 2: Toosii]
All facts, hit the baseline
We gon' hit the block, headed home, call it the Bay slide
Couple chains on, I dare a n*gga to take mine
40 on my hip, I can turn a n*gga to eight-five
She hate lies, she hate guys, tell her f*ck me, though
I ain't got a hand up your ass, you ain't a puppet, ho
I'm a thug, you say you f*ck with those?
Big Glock 30 extension, and we ain't tuckin' those
Peter Piper picked a pepper
I'm a well-known flexer, your girlfriend ass carresser
And yeah, I do my G thang
I let the heat bang, 40'll turn this sh*t into a Heat game
Shootin' out the gym, don't need binoculars
b*tch, I got more clout than Milonakis did
Date a white b*tch and say I had a Milonakis kid
We done did way more shootings than all the oppers did

[Chorus: DMB Gotti]
Orville Redenbacher, me and my n*ggas, we poppin' It
Take your b*tch to dinner, order up a lobster
Then f*ck her over, leave her sittin' in the lobby
Do a show, then run up in a n*gga pockets
Sliding in a Maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
Origami, I been folding paper properly
No Monopoly, run up in a n*gga property
Then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies, ooh