[Intro: DMB Gotti]
(Saucy on the beat)
Go'n and shake somethin'
She got 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 suck dick 'til the day done, ooh

[Chorus: DMB Gotti]
Peter Piper
Your baby mama fucking squad and she excited
No appetizer, but I'm serving with a slider
And me and my my n***as'll run into your property
Orville Redenbacher, me and my n***as, 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 n***a pockets
Sliding in a Maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
Origami, I been folding paper properly
No Monopoly, run up in a n***a property
Then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies

[Verse 1: DMB Gotti]
We do not ask for nothin', we gon' take it
Plot twist, I been flockin' with an Asian
Baghdad, whole team land invasion
Lil' ratchet ass bitch suck dick daily basis, no cap
Peter Piper
Your baby mama 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 n***as 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 2: Toosii]
All facts, hit the baseline
We gon' hit the block, headed home, call it the Bay slide
Couple chains on, I dare a n***a to take mine
40 on my hip, I can turn a n***a to eight-five
She hate lies, she hate guys, tell her fuck me, though
I ain't got a hand up your ass, you ain't a puppet, ho
I'm a thug, you say you fuck with those?
Big Glock 30 extension, and we ain't tuckin' those
Peter Piper picked a pepper
I'm a well-known flexer, your girlfriend ass carresser
And yeah, I do my G thang
I let the heat bang, 40'll turn this shit into a Heat game
Shootin' out the gym, don't need binoculars
Bitch, I got more clout than Milonakis did
Date a white bitch and say I had a Milonakis kid
We done did way more shootings than all the oppers did

[Chorus: DMB Gotti]
Orville Redenbacher, me and my n***as, 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 n***a pockets
Sliding in a Maserati, we was thirsty, no deposits
Origami, I been folding paper properly
No Monopoly, run up in a n***a property
Then write a eulogy, send all of my apologies, ooh