Karot - Peter Griffen Lyrics

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
Fuck 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 fuck
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

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
Fuck 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 fuck
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