Young Thug, Future, BSlime - Peepin Out The Window lyrics
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Thug, Future, BSlime - Peepin Out The Window lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah uh peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window (yeah, yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
I doubled up, I don't do no chores no more
I ain't steppin' on these niggas
Like no rugs no more
Find myself carin' way too much
Ain't got no shrubs no more
But got way bigger shows
I ain't chargin' dubs no more
I charge a half a million
Dollars just to walk out
I hatе the police, but I'm big
So they brought cops out
I got a gun, shoot sixteen timеs
But it's fun sized sign on the dotted lines
One time for the ones saw
Me come from nothing speakin' of nothing
Pussy niggas know not to play
I ain't goin' for nothing (yeah)
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
Youngin' jumped inside the game
He got some fuckin' diamonds
We make temporary decisions
Change the fuckin' climate
Run with D-boys, yeah
Them boys who be runnin' the lobby
Change the channel
You know I'm up next by the way I pop it
I sip on syrup a lot
But no one understand me
I told my mama, "No more sufferin'
I made it" you should've seen all
These motherfuckers' faces
I told my brothers
"We ain't goin' back to basic"
Ever since I copped the Hellcat
Niggas still wonderin' why, like, "BSlime
You did that" i'm kickin' my ones and twos
Chillin' at the rib shack
Wishin' I can bring my dog
Back from the fuckin' jailmates
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
Peepin' out the window
All I see is a bunch of racist-ass cops
Tryna catch a nigga slackin' like Jim Crow
Had to make it through the worst on the
Turf, out the dirt, nigga stayin' down
Ten toes i done seen a lot of struggle
That came with this game she cried
But she gon' lie just to fuck on my chain
I drunk codeine and popped one
Just to stimulate my brain
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah peepin' out the window
Yeah, yeah see the opps risin' from the dead
When I look out my window
All this water in these baguettes
I might turn into Nemo yeah
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window (yeah, yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
I doubled up, I don't do no chores no more
I ain't steppin' on these niggas
Like no rugs no more
Find myself carin' way too much
Ain't got no shrubs no more
But got way bigger shows
I ain't chargin' dubs no more
I charge a half a million
Dollars just to walk out
I hatе the police, but I'm big
So they brought cops out
I got a gun, shoot sixteen timеs
But it's fun sized sign on the dotted lines
One time for the ones saw
Me come from nothing speakin' of nothing
Pussy niggas know not to play
I ain't goin' for nothing (yeah)
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
Youngin' jumped inside the game
He got some fuckin' diamonds
We make temporary decisions
Change the fuckin' climate
Run with D-boys, yeah
Them boys who be runnin' the lobby
Change the channel
You know I'm up next by the way I pop it
I sip on syrup a lot
But no one understand me
I told my mama, "No more sufferin'
I made it" you should've seen all
These motherfuckers' faces
I told my brothers
"We ain't goin' back to basic"
Ever since I copped the Hellcat
Niggas still wonderin' why, like, "BSlime
You did that" i'm kickin' my ones and twos
Chillin' at the rib shack
Wishin' I can bring my dog
Back from the fuckin' jailmates
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
Peepin' out the window
All I see is a bunch of racist-ass cops
Tryna catch a nigga slackin' like Jim Crow
Had to make it through the worst on the
Turf, out the dirt, nigga stayin' down
Ten toes i done seen a lot of struggle
That came with this game she cried
But she gon' lie just to fuck on my chain
I drunk codeine and popped one
Just to stimulate my brain
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of
Opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass
Bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie
It's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah peepin' out the window
Yeah, yeah see the opps risin' from the dead
When I look out my window
All this water in these baguettes
I might turn into Nemo yeah