Lyrics Peta (Ghost) [feat. Trippie Redd] - Trippie Redd , Chris King

(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Why the fuck you hesitant? (Yeah)
Yeah, gang (Woo)
(Phew, phew)
Somebody call PETA (Yeah)
Somebody call— (Yeah)
Somebody call PETA, ha (Yeah)
Gang, abuse the bitch niggas (Woo)
Abuse the bitch niggas (Yeah)

These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fucked that bitch then adiós, me and my bitch just had a toast

Huh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up
Keep it crushed up, ice, keep it crushed up, uh
In my double cup, yeah, double cup, yeah
If you think you gang, pussy, double up, yeah
Hoes, hoes, niggas hoes, yeah
You a friend or a foe? Let me know, know
Slam my door
Swing my door, heard them feds swinged your door
There ain't no feds ain't swinging my door, uh
Yeah, for sure
Count my dough, yeah
She gon' smoke my dope, yeah
This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah
This semi-auto, bah, 'mi auto, bah
Semi-auto, bah, pop you like a bottle, bah

These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fucked that bitch then adiós, me and my bitch just had a toast (Snot, hah)

Pullin' out choppers, burnin' up dope
Beatin' her box, dick in her throat
Got this brick off the dock, it was straight off the boat
I step on the block, I was cutting pure dope
We still pickin' locks, you doin' it wrong
We kickin' in doors, like, is anyone home?
Knock the dreadlocks off the top of his dome (Blatt)
I grip the chrome, nigga, you use Google Chrome
Turn me up a notch, put me in my zone
Put him in the plot like the scene is yours
And this brick as old as a dinosaur (Old)
And this chopper loud as an Aventador (Hah)
I'm with the bullshit something like a matador
Empty the full clips 'til the opposition headed off (Blatt)
Bad bitches and they always wanna tag along
Couple bands on the wrist and I ain't brag at all (Nah)
You feeling giant, then I make your bodybag tall
My niggas slide in minivans or a damn foreign (Slide)
I get too high and I ain't scared of the damn fall
We slanging iron, we ain't fuckin' with the damn laws

These niggas hoes, hoes (Phew, phew)
Neck and wrist froze, on bro (Gang)
I ain't playin' with em, no (Yeah, yeah), no
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Pour a motherfuckin' four, four
Lamborghini, slam my doors (Woo), doors
I just pulled up in a Ghost (Vroom), Ghost
I fucked that bitch then adiós, me and my bitch just had a toast