Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Saucy on the beat
Gon' and shake somethin'
She gon 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 bitch such dick 'til the day done, ooh
[Chorus]
Peter Piper
Your baby mamma fucking squad and she excited
No appetizer, but I'm serving with a slider
And me and my my **** 'll run into your property
Orville Redenbacher, me and my ****, we poppin' it
Take your bitch to dinner, order up a lobster
Then fuck her over, leave her sittin' in the lobby
Do a show, then run up in a **** pockets
Sliding in a Maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
Origami, I been folding paper properly
No Monopoly, run up in a **** property
Then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies
We do not ask for nothin', we gon' take it
Plot twist, I been flockin' with an Asian
Baghdad, whole team land invasion
Lil' ratched ass bitch suck dick, daily basis, no cap
[Verse 2]
Peter Piper
Your baby mamma fucking 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 **** 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
Bitch a sock up in the kitchen, everyone done slipped inside her
All facts
[Verse 3]
Genocide, get 'em all whacked
Couple bald-headed dykes, got 'em all strapped
She finna toot that shit up, I need all that
Snuck two Glocks in the club, what you call that?
Ooh
Finesse
I wear a jersey but call shots like the refs
Free my **** P5, gon' meet you by the steps
They let KayKay out the slammer, he got Bimmer on his neck
Hoo, Cobby sent a text, he must see a check
Your baby mama fucking squad and she the best
I hope he give it up without too much agress'
'Cause God willing, I'll snatch it off his flesh
DM Beezy
[Chorus]
Peter Piper
Your baby mamma fucking squad and she excited
No appetizer, but I'm serving with a slider
And me and my my **** 'll run into your property
Orville Redenbacher, me and my ****, we poppin' it
Take your bitch to dinner, order up a lobster
Then fuck her over, leave her sittin' in the lobby
Do a show, then run up in a **** pockets
Sliding in a Maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
Origami, I been folding paper properly
No Monopoly, run up in a **** property
Then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies
Ooh
Written by: Jason Herrara, Kenrick Albert Haylock, Jr., Kenrick Haylock
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