Peeka Boo lyrics

[Intro]
(Whataboy)
(Yes, sir)
Look, ha, ha
Look
Look, look

[Verse]
I don't give a f*ck about no Sprinter (Sprinter), youngin shootin' out the window (Grrah)
Ordered lamb chops in the club (Ha, ha), but he tryna eat an opp for dinner (n*gga)
You put a hole in this b*tch, I'm tryna find you, send a picture (Send a—)
Send an Insta, I'm up all night scopin' on my finsta, n*gga (Look)
I coulda killed you, let you slide, know you remember, n*gga (I know you remember)
I'm with Frozone, I'm surprised that he ain't kill a n*gga (sh*t)
We crashed that b*tch, f*ck it, leave it, they gon' bill a n*gga (Blatt)
Snaked out ass hoes tryna act like they just wasn't with a n*gga
f*ck a club security, them n*ggas hidin', don't wanna get burnt (Yeah, ho)
Fans lookin' at me likе I'm crazy, like they surprised a n*gga turnt
You don't know how to work your tool, I advisе a n*gga learn (Learn)
n*ggas said I couldn't cback, I'm like, "Why not?"
From what I heard, what I made (I made)
Shootin' on the run, he hot, my younging blazin' (Blazin')
I won't say no name, he light skinned, but he'll chop you like a Haitian (Choppin')
You would think we thirty deep 'cause we got choppers like the navy (Bah, bah)
Sitting outside a n*gga house, b*tch, I'll watch you like your neighbor
f*ck a bulletproof (Man, f*ck that sh*t)
Bullets don't hurt a n*gga that bad (For real)
Outside this b*tch I'm playin' peekaboo, tryna whoop a n*gga like his dad (His dad)
Shout out them hoes who helped me out, I'm finna send all y'all a pack
I'm tryna mac somethin' with this ratchet, I don't know nothin' 'bout fashion, n*gga (No fashion, n*gga)
This real rap, b*tch, I don't know nothin' 'bout actin' (Nothin' 'bout actin', n*gga)
And they ain't checkin' in with sh*t, you know, that's really how sh*t happen to you (pus*y-ass n*gga)
Haha (For real)
And they don't really know how to smack a n*gga
Make sure all my people straight, then walk back in the club laughin', n*gga (Hahaha)
[Outro]
I ain't gon' lie, first off, man, I love Raylen, man, or Raylin
Raylen, Raylin, however I say it, man, I love y'all
Man, I love y'all, like y'all love me, you know what's goin' on
Yeah, and we thuggin', man, you know I thug what I thug how I'm thuggin', man, you know (Ayy, man, but enough about that, this a gun right here)
Gang sh*t, you know, yeah (I'ma teach you n*ggas how to shoot somethin')
I'm a real smacker, ra-ra, Overkill Peezy
And this why you ain't droppin', it's just not the same ol' same old
Even though I ain't finna change though
My big trip, I'ma change hoes, you know how I'm comin'
Yeah, raw