Peekaboo

Give a helping hand
To your fellow men, oh, my—
Aye, what?
Look
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Hmm, aye
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm
Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain
Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game
Peekaboo, 7.62s'll so make 'em plank
Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smut my name
Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405
Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta
Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?
Peekaboo, you know my lil' niggas off they rocker
Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga checkin' cheese
Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street
Peekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep
Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet
Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, bitch, my shooter plain
Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hand
Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in it where her ugh at
Peekaboo, we on top, I'm with Dot, bitch, don't look back
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch
Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lam'
Double park' it all at Tam's, Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-Mans
If he hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands
Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like
Beam-bap-boom-boom-boom-bap-bam
The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand
The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand
Big dawg business, I would not hold your hand
Broke bitch business, I could not be your man
Never got his ass whooped until we open up that can
Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam
Gym freak, bitch, I like my Mac touchin' yams
Play the opps all around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off"
Heard what happened to your mans, not sorry for your loss
Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to cross
I let your boy get a pass, bitch, you lucky he soft, for real
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They're ain't 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm, aye
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm
Peekaboo