Peter Griffen

Cartoon fat boy in green pants Wore a button-down shirt Wit a beer in his hand Yea real funny guy Ima kick him in his leg If you think you Peter Griffin Ima take ya dog head This is the shit that you Jugg to Pussy gotta cat I got hell to put fire too Mice wanna rat I know big game trap That'll blow a rat back Poison on my strap Boomerang cuz you know They keep coming back I'm like Rick In the walking dead Dead pool Marvel at my dance moves No party But I brought back stella Her damn groove Aye Cash cow Smoke all that green I move like moo Bitch Move Ludacris Big arms and big shoes No ceilings Well, mine is up on floor two Whore two By the end of the night I'm bored dude F*ck a witness I mean literally She is my whore too Cartoon fat boy in green pants Wore a button-down shirt Wit a beer in his hand Yea Real funny guy Ima kick him in his leg If you think you Peter Griffin Ima take ya dog head Whippin' down Sherman in chevy I was bussin' down uber to put plate in my belly Only if they fuckin knew I had a pipe by my celly In traffic I maneuver I had a Tracy for 30 Cuz I'm a rocket I'm ready Peter Griffin heavy Boxed like a Chevy SpongeBob coming to ya do' I'm ready Nigga test me I'm the teacher Do ya homework 'for you fail me Have to call ya momma Tell her I'm glad to be helping She's melting She felt me Lois Griffin Is gripping I'm whipping I'm ditching She's vixen A fox In her box It is locked Karot on her lock Karot got her top Cartoon fat boy in green pants Wore a button down shirt Wit a beer in his hand Yea, Real funny guy Ima kick him in his leg If you think you Peter Griffin Ima take ya dog head Buss it down then tie it up My pockets heavy I got Peter Griffin on my bucks Antetokounmpo MVP I'm talking back to back I'm meaning buck to buck Counting shit like what the f*ck How many racks I gotta have to say I ran it up If I rev my rooster watch how Peter Griffin shake it up Cartoons ain't really real so why you niggas acting tough Hallelujah Jesus Christ Amen Hell or what What I mean by that froze or hot the burner up I ain't yelling 5 but the fuckin' stunna up Money down hello I'm about to come on up Hell couldn't hold me down had to keep the Jesus tucked Like Peter Griffin belt