Peter Griffin lyrics

Ay
Leven hunnid
Thirteen hunnid my cousin
f*ck with me
Ay

If I was you, I wouldn’t mention me
My n*ggas viciously, expeditiously
b*tch you playin’ games and I’m not really with the trickery
I got my mask on, I knock twice, we call that trick or treat
You might see me with my OG b*tch because it’s trickin’ season
And I just choked my white b*tch in the kitchen, have my chicken seasoned
n*gga tried to square up with leven thousand, boy that’s out my region
I’m not finna pull no cellphone when I go to reachin’
Hit that n*gga with some golly bullets, now his soul is bleedin’
And I get to sprayin’ everywhere likе my soda leakin’
b*tch this choppa came from Costa Rica so it’s Puerto Rican
Yеs I’a break in yo house and steal yo Mona Lisa
Free my n*ggas out the Seven building up in Santa Rita
n*gga I ain’t mad, stack yo guala, get yo velveeta
f*ckin’ on this b*tch like she Lois and my name Peter