peekaboo feat. AZCHIKE

◆Give a helping hand ◆To your fellow men, oh, my― ◆Ayy, 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' hm, ayy ◆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', hm ◆Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain ◆Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game ◆Peekaboo, 7.62s'll 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' n***as off they rocker ◆Peekaboo, ◇surprise, bitch, it's that n***a 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 playin' ◆Peekaboo, ◇I hit it from the back, I told her move her hands ◆Peekaboo, ◇then slide my thumb in it where her, uh, at ◆Peekaboo, ◇I'm on your 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', hm ◆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 ◆Bing-bop-boom- boom-boom-bop-bam The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't ◆understand The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand ◆Big-dog business, I would not hold your hand ◇Broke-bitch business, I could not be your man ◇Never got his ass whooped until we opened up that can ◇Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam, jam ◇Freak bitch, I like my MAC touchin' yams ◇Play that opp shit 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 the 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 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', hm, ayy ◆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', hm Peekaboo