[Intro]
Yo, fuck Quavo—
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[Chorus]
If peter piper picked his pepper
Then peter piper’s fickle pepper
Would hit his knees
Either fight or use your steppers
Lose your sight become a leper
Kill yourself please

[Verse 1]
Buy some psilocybin and then hide it from your mother
Now my eyes begin to widen
Face is sliding off my brother
Been a bad kid (Yuh)
Such a bad kid
Don’t be a bad kid
Or you’ll be put inside the corner
Now my former friends is acting like I owe them shit
Had to grow then split
Like mitosis or division
You don’t know this you ain't listen
On the slow end bitch
I’m official, n***a
As in I am in possession of a missile, n***a
Trigger on my desk it can get fiscal, n***a
Call me mister dark one
Pull up spark one at the park
And when the narcs pull up I’m stomping out the bark
Been a bad kid
[Verse 2]
Hiding froms pigs in the plants
Got hella twigs in my pants
Throw some graffiti we lonely
Run around with with my homies
Girlfriend acting like she don't know me
Separated, now she with my guy Tony
I shoot the Canon, man you on Sony
N***as is charlatans, n***as phonies
Deal with it real quickly, no I'd rather feel shitty
Rather go and create an issue
Diss you then I take yo tissues
Momma praying up to Vishnu
Wrecking shit like Shiva
Taking butter like Krishna
Bad kid school movies
Parents scared they gon' lose me
Shit's cool like a smoothie
'Til they throw you into juvie
Locked up

[Verse 3]
I got some hours to think
Or got some time to complain (Mm, yeah)
What does it say in your brain?
While you dangle yo feet o’er the brink (Mm, yeah)
Not good at dealing with drink
But not good at dealing with pain (Oh, yuh)
So, I’m throwing up in the sink
And my vomit is clogging the drain, yuh
[Verse 4]
Fuck up my future like Kamsutra
From every angle, hit below my my ankle
Kick below my nutsack
Homies bust back, now they dead
Homies know the feds know me
Grow that bread slowly, spend it all surely
I was up early, eyes wide pearly
Whites shining, how I'm rough riding
And its tough trying to be happy
When you always on the run
Always worried bout a gun
Always tripping on the funds
Always slipping into danger
Frequently at peak anger
Reek of weed on each finger
I'm not dissing marijuana
I'm saying yo reason for smoking important
Now I be toking to focus a couple things
I was broken I could shorten my suffering (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Chorus]
If peter piper picked his pepper (Yuh, yuh)
Then peter piper’s fickle pepper would hit his knees (Yuh, yuh)
Either fight or use your steppers (Yuh, yuh)
Lose your sight become a leper
Kill yourself please (Yuh)
[Outro]
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