StanWill - Peek-A-Boo lyrics
[StanWill - Peek-A-Boo lyrics]
Ha ha, yeah
(Dog Shit Militia, real ShittyBoyz shit)
Yeah, I got
(She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz
Lit and you know that) yeah, okay
I got money and my bitch bad, boy
I'm living great left a dub up in Lenox
I was tripping in the A
Wasn't thinking with his noggin
Bullet hit him in the face
Brodie took the Faygo Firework and
Hit it with a eight
Triple S broke her neck but
This cock broke her back
I be riding through the city with
The Glock on my lap
Supercharged, brodie pulling out the
Lot in a 'Cat
Chrome Heart did the trucker but
I'm not finna cap
Boy, yo time's up, I can hear yo time ticking
Tripping in Miami
Blowing racks in the Design District
You can keep yo two cent
I'm always with somе dime bitches
Used to watch 'еm ball back when
I was on the pine chilling
Now I'm scoring, passing plays around
Feel like Kyrie Irving
Messy eater up at Fogo de
I got my white tee dirty
Pull up in that, "What the fuck?"
They asking me what I be skrrting
Need to take yo baby to the ER
It look like he hurting
Pop Smoke, if it's smoke, we gon' pop him
We got butterfingers, catch the opps out
We gon' drop 'em they made all these 223s
Why the fuck would I sock 'em?
Give a damn about some hoes, after I fuck
I'ma block 'em
In a spaceship, rocket by my side
I could fuck Gamora i ain't gotta shoot it
I can pass to my bucket scorers
New chain on the way
I keep telling Hutch it's gorgeous
Fuck I look like shooting at the clouds?
We gon' bust it towards him
Nah, for real, we gon' aim at his face
Make his ass disappear
I'm David Blaine with the Drac'
All this chicken, all this bread
I'm raising Cane's with the pape'
She said she don't suck no dick?
I'm finna bang in her face black sticks
Limousine tint what I'm peeping through
If you ain't gang or my bitch
I don't wanna speak to you
Yellow diamonds hanging off my neck
I look like Pikachu
Peeking through the AR scope
We catch 'em out, play peekaboo
Huh, ayy, catch 'em out, play peekaboo
Lil' brodie, finna swing the coupe
I got, know you see it too
If you see me with a play
You know my niggas eating too, okay
You know my niggas eating
I be blowing money up at Saks
The opps be penny squeezing
Bro ain't got no guidance
He'll shoot that bitch for any reason
Swear to God, I find the coldest bitch
I won't do any cheating ha ha, no cap though
All these niggas slimy
Better lock that backdoor
He was up off EDD, I heard he back broke
If you see me with her then
She got her back broke
Point a finger? All my babies in attack mode
They'll get you blow you like a whistle
I swear they official everywhere I'm at
I got some pape' and pistol
Ninety-nine problems but I swear
Money ain't a issue
Huh, yeah bitch, Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck going on
Whole lotta gang shit, man
(Dog Shit Militia, real ShittyBoyz shit)
Yeah, I got
(She gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz
Lit and you know that) yeah, okay
I got money and my bitch bad, boy
I'm living great left a dub up in Lenox
I was tripping in the A
Wasn't thinking with his noggin
Bullet hit him in the face
Brodie took the Faygo Firework and
Hit it with a eight
Triple S broke her neck but
This cock broke her back
I be riding through the city with
The Glock on my lap
Supercharged, brodie pulling out the
Lot in a 'Cat
Chrome Heart did the trucker but
I'm not finna cap
Boy, yo time's up, I can hear yo time ticking
Tripping in Miami
Blowing racks in the Design District
You can keep yo two cent
I'm always with somе dime bitches
Used to watch 'еm ball back when
I was on the pine chilling
Now I'm scoring, passing plays around
Feel like Kyrie Irving
Messy eater up at Fogo de
I got my white tee dirty
Pull up in that, "What the fuck?"
They asking me what I be skrrting
Need to take yo baby to the ER
It look like he hurting
Pop Smoke, if it's smoke, we gon' pop him
We got butterfingers, catch the opps out
We gon' drop 'em they made all these 223s
Why the fuck would I sock 'em?
Give a damn about some hoes, after I fuck
I'ma block 'em
In a spaceship, rocket by my side
I could fuck Gamora i ain't gotta shoot it
I can pass to my bucket scorers
New chain on the way
I keep telling Hutch it's gorgeous
Fuck I look like shooting at the clouds?
We gon' bust it towards him
Nah, for real, we gon' aim at his face
Make his ass disappear
I'm David Blaine with the Drac'
All this chicken, all this bread
I'm raising Cane's with the pape'
She said she don't suck no dick?
I'm finna bang in her face black sticks
Limousine tint what I'm peeping through
If you ain't gang or my bitch
I don't wanna speak to you
Yellow diamonds hanging off my neck
I look like Pikachu
Peeking through the AR scope
We catch 'em out, play peekaboo
Huh, ayy, catch 'em out, play peekaboo
Lil' brodie, finna swing the coupe
I got, know you see it too
If you see me with a play
You know my niggas eating too, okay
You know my niggas eating
I be blowing money up at Saks
The opps be penny squeezing
Bro ain't got no guidance
He'll shoot that bitch for any reason
Swear to God, I find the coldest bitch
I won't do any cheating ha ha, no cap though
All these niggas slimy
Better lock that backdoor
He was up off EDD, I heard he back broke
If you see me with her then
She got her back broke
Point a finger? All my babies in attack mode
They'll get you blow you like a whistle
I swear they official everywhere I'm at
I got some pape' and pistol
Ninety-nine problems but I swear
Money ain't a issue
Huh, yeah bitch, Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck going on
Whole lotta gang shit, man