"Peeka Boo" lyrics
(Whataboy)
(Yes, sir)
Look, ha, ha
Look
Look, look
I don't give a fuck about no Sprinter (Sprinter), youngin shootin' out the window (Grrah)
Ordered lamb chops in the club (Ha, ha), but he tryna eat an opp for dinner (Nigga)
You put a hole in this bitch, I'm tryna find you, send a picture (Send a-)
Send an Insta, I'm up all night scopin' on my finsta, nigga (Look)
I coulda killed you, let you slide, know you remember, nigga (I know you remember)
I'm with Frozone, I'm surprised that he ain't kill a nigga (Shit)
We crashed that bitch, fuck it, leave it, they gon' bill a nigga (Blatt)
Snaked out ass hoes tryna act like they just wasn't with a nigga
Fuck a club security, them niggas hidin', don't wanna get burnt (Yeah, ho)
Fans lookin' at me like I'm crazy, like they surprised a nigga turnt
You don't know how to work your tool, I advise a nigga learn (Learn)
Niggas said I couldn't cback, I'm like, "Why not?"
From what I heard, what I made (I made)
Shootin' on the run, he hot, my younging blazin' (Blazin')
I won't say no name, he light skinned, but he'll chop you like a Haitian (Choppin')
You would think we thirty deep 'cause we got choppers like the navy (Bah, bah)
Sitting outside a nigga house, bitch, I'll watch you like your neighbor
Fuck a bulletproof (Man, fuck that shit)
Bullets don't hurt a nigga that bad (For real)
Outside this bitch I'm playin' peekaboo, tryna whoop a nigga like his dad (His dad)
Shout out them hoes who helped me out, I'm finna send all y'all a pack
I'm tryna mac somethin' with this ratchet, I don't know nothin' 'bout fashion, nigga (No fashion, nigga)
This real rap, bitch, I don't know nothin' 'bout actin' (Nothin' 'bout actin', nigga)
And they ain't checkin' in with shit, you know, that's really how shit happen to you (Pussy-ass nigga)
Haha (For real)
And they don't really know how to smack a nigga
Make sure all my people straight, then walk back in the club laughin', nigga (Hahaha)
I ain't gon' lie, first off, man, I love Raylen, man, or Raylin
Raylen, Raylin, however I say it, man, I love y'all
Man, I love y'all, like y'all love me, you know what's goin' on
Yeah, and we thuggin', man, you know I thug what I thug how I'm thuggin', man, you know (Ayy, man, but enough about that, this a gun right here)
Gang shit, you know, yeah (I'ma teach you niggas how to shoot somethin')
I'm a real smacker, ra-ra, Overkill Peezy
And this why you ain't droppin', it's just not the same ol' same old
Even though I ain't finna change though
My big trip, I'ma change hoes, you know how I'm comin'
Yeah, raw
(Yes, sir)
Look, ha, ha
Look
Look, look
I don't give a fuck about no Sprinter (Sprinter), youngin shootin' out the window (Grrah)
Ordered lamb chops in the club (Ha, ha), but he tryna eat an opp for dinner (Nigga)
You put a hole in this bitch, I'm tryna find you, send a picture (Send a-)
Send an Insta, I'm up all night scopin' on my finsta, nigga (Look)
I coulda killed you, let you slide, know you remember, nigga (I know you remember)
I'm with Frozone, I'm surprised that he ain't kill a nigga (Shit)
We crashed that bitch, fuck it, leave it, they gon' bill a nigga (Blatt)
Snaked out ass hoes tryna act like they just wasn't with a nigga
Fuck a club security, them niggas hidin', don't wanna get burnt (Yeah, ho)
Fans lookin' at me like I'm crazy, like they surprised a nigga turnt
You don't know how to work your tool, I advise a nigga learn (Learn)
Niggas said I couldn't cback, I'm like, "Why not?"
From what I heard, what I made (I made)
Shootin' on the run, he hot, my younging blazin' (Blazin')
I won't say no name, he light skinned, but he'll chop you like a Haitian (Choppin')
You would think we thirty deep 'cause we got choppers like the navy (Bah, bah)
Sitting outside a nigga house, bitch, I'll watch you like your neighbor
Fuck a bulletproof (Man, fuck that shit)
Bullets don't hurt a nigga that bad (For real)
Outside this bitch I'm playin' peekaboo, tryna whoop a nigga like his dad (His dad)
Shout out them hoes who helped me out, I'm finna send all y'all a pack
I'm tryna mac somethin' with this ratchet, I don't know nothin' 'bout fashion, nigga (No fashion, nigga)
This real rap, bitch, I don't know nothin' 'bout actin' (Nothin' 'bout actin', nigga)
And they ain't checkin' in with shit, you know, that's really how shit happen to you (Pussy-ass nigga)
Haha (For real)
And they don't really know how to smack a nigga
Make sure all my people straight, then walk back in the club laughin', nigga (Hahaha)
I ain't gon' lie, first off, man, I love Raylen, man, or Raylin
Raylen, Raylin, however I say it, man, I love y'all
Man, I love y'all, like y'all love me, you know what's goin' on
Yeah, and we thuggin', man, you know I thug what I thug how I'm thuggin', man, you know (Ayy, man, but enough about that, this a gun right here)
Gang shit, you know, yeah (I'ma teach you niggas how to shoot somethin')
I'm a real smacker, ra-ra, Overkill Peezy
And this why you ain't droppin', it's just not the same ol' same old
Even though I ain't finna change though
My big trip, I'ma change hoes, you know how I'm comin'
Yeah, raw
