Peter Roll Lyrics – Kodak Black, Albee Al

Read the full Peter Roll lyrics by Kodak Black and Albee Al from the album Kodak The Blessing along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Kodak Black]
And I’ll whoopty whoop
He ain’t even— he ain’t even notice (Yung Dza)
Whoopty whoop, whoopty whoop
Say, believe me
Long as I get ’em
Fu*k wrong with lil’ buddy? You ain’t even gotta know who I’m talking ’bout
Whoopty whoop, that’s all you gotta know
And uh and it’s right now, tomorrow

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
That’s how I roll, I be throwing subliminals

You ain’t gon’ know if I’m feeling like killing you
I’m on the road, do a show for a mill’ or two
I be so low, I ain’t doing no interview
Cuffing a ho, me and bro like to switcheroo
Diamonds on froze like I snow, it’s a igloo
All of my n!ggas, we killers, we serial
Trix are for kids, I be feeding her silly food
I’m on a goose and I turn to an animal
I’m smoking deuce, I got high off the chemicals
Yellow Benz, my lil’ boy think I’m Pikachu
Richard Millie, that lil’ watch you got pitiful
Shopping sprees, what you need? Baby, pick a shoe
Every time (??) you get Jimmy Chu
I every time a n!gga play, they get hit
We be throwing n!ggas straight off the bridge
We be walking n!ggas straight to the trunk
Project baby, made it straight out the funk
I don’t have s*x, baby, I fu*k
I don’t have step, n!gga, I stomp
Walk on me, I mean stomp, I mean jump
Cross on me, (??)
Fu*k, I put that pump to your rump
My skunk, sharpen my knife on a bump

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Albee Al]

Sniper Gang, if you play, you get peter-rolled
Peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled
Peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled
You know how we rocking, n!gga
Peter-rolled, peter-rolled, peter-rolled (They won’t do s*it, they don’t shoot s*it)
Get peter-rolled (Outta here, let’s go)
You get peter-rolled

[Verse 2: Albee Al]
I left the trap and I went to the trap
I’m throwing racks and she throwing it back
If I want ’em dead, ain’t no holding me back
Used to wear skippies, now I’m up at Saks
Feel like Khalil ’cause I keep me a MAC (Grrt)
Feel like Khalil ’cause I’m chasing a sack
My biggest opp, I want him in a pack
Switchy shoot fifty, yeah, just with a tac’ (Grrt, grrt)
I’m in the yams and I’m hitting up Yak, yeah
When Yak up top, he hitting up me
I hit the club ’bout a quarter to three
Instagram b!tch want a daughter with me
And Reposado, s*it like water to me

(??) fu*king, you saw with me, huh
Yeah, yeah, peter-roll, peter-roll, peter-roll
Peter-roll, peter-roll, guess how many bullets my heater hold (Grrt, bah)
They want me dead, I can’t leave the home (Peter-roll, peter-roll)
Don’t want no problems, then leave alone (Peter-roll, peter-roll)
I cut her off ‘fore I leave the home (Peter-roll, peter-roll)
Plus, I get circled (??)
Peter-roll, peter-roll, peter-roll (Peter-roll)
Peter-roll, peter-roll, peter-roll

[Verse 3: Kodak Black & Albee Al]
The heater cold, mean your block ain’t hot?
Waka Flocka, riding with the chopper
If peter-roll don’t pop, then I got you
50 turn the beef into a whopper
Shut your mouth, I open up your māthā
Jump out, tote, crack his taco, salsa
Blocka, blocka, blocka, soon I spot ya
No one looking, whoop him like my step-child
Hope my oppers broke and don’t accomplish
I want problems, call the coppers
But he fold, when I see him, that’s obvious, b!tch
Y’all will never be none, don’t amount to s*it
I’ma get higher than a mountain get, yeah
Teacher always said I won’t amount to s*it (What?)
Proved her wrong when I dialed my wrist
When I done up whip, blind man with a stick (Grrt)