Peet - Routine Lyrics

Don't f*ck with me yeah
I'll make you an edit

If you pull up on me yeah
You get shredded

Got bands got bands got bands
Plus drugs and good credit

I dip out they ain't know
Where i'm going or where im headed

I don't f*ck with no damn opps woah
I'm on the road they ain't catching me

I'm in the hellcat right now
And i'm selling all the whitney

One thirty in the car pool lane right now
You know who i'm passing

That's you and your bitch tryna go get Geeked with me off these shrooms

Woah, taking that dope that's her passion
I'm outside in that Ashton

Yeah, whip of the week woah
I'm high and i crashed it

Paris week, fashion week woah
Yeah i'm bout fashion

If you pressin' up on me
Then you know i'm bout that action

I be so up on these perks woah
It ain't no addiction

I got all the opps they lying
Woah they whole life is just fiction

I got guns up in the whip like Battlefield
F*ck a mission

I be killing all these opps
Ain't no one gonna miss em'

Yeah, phew...

Ain't no one gonna miss em'

Wake up in the morning
And you know just how i'm living

I knew just what i needed to do in life
I was destined

Got the Benz out front right now
And your bitch she gotta get in

And i'm popping all these mother
F*cking perks they ain't quitting

I gotta go and free all of my brothers
Out San Quintín

I'm shooting all these opps woah
Like my first name Quentin, let's go...