Roy - f** Peter 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Roy] I was in my house last week I quit smoking so I came up with some sh** out of my comprehension Brain split open officer I swear that's natural dopamine Wore the ovaries around my neck like rosary b**h said "Oh you know Charliee Braa can he sell to me" I mean break it down to a skeleton That's a monacle to a elephant I don't know what the f** that I'm talking about I been writing the sh** that I thought about When I'm all alone and I lose my mind Swan dive up into the void Need a klondike just to get to the boy [Verse 2: Charliee Braa] Charliee Braa Ha I'm the f**ing guy I got the weed roll the blunts and let's get high Got my camera got my cup let's make a scene 1 chain, 1 ring, and my fit clean Rolling the pack and I'm flipping it fast Got old money and new money Got drug money and clean money Check my wallet couple bills on me Got 1's, 2's, 5's, 10's, 20's, 50's, and 100's n***a The more I stack the more I spend, don't trust banks count rubberbands Day One till the d**h of me, RIP King Jase N.O.C. forever n***a Now I smoke a pound to the face Till we meet again bro and that's one love Can't believe the time I paid 40 in the six to get in the club [Verse 3: Jiffy Jay] I just balled with my n***as now we making f**ing tracks Hit a full court shot now these shorties in my snaps They replying to my story like I'm about to hit them back If she valid on the gram imma check that follow back that's a fact I just told you what happened to me today And I'm rapping in a combat tee and Cool Grey's Kyrie just dropped 41 yesterday I'm finna drop 41 on Chic-Fil-A [Verse 4: LRB] Pop a pill, pop a seal, racking up your b**h for real She want that love me long time, b**h I got no time Stupid hoe, stupid hoe, blowing up my iphone Rolling green smoking gas super lit I'm counting cash Model b**h at centerfold she bust it while she pop it low Enigma god I'm still in this hoe