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' 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' niggas off they rocker Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga Chuck E. 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' 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' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Peekaboo