Peek-a-boo! lyrics

Aye, aye, aye
Huh yuh yuh yah yea yeah
Aye what yuh uh yuh
Gang gang gang, gang gang gang
You better listen
I up the Glock with quickness, popped so much I got a blister
He talking tough as sh*t I show him up like we in prison
He running with no shirt he sweat so much he start to glisten
That thirty clip is sending shots so much it feel like Christmas
Ha I’m giving, he gettin
Like Santa, I’m spinning round his block like I can’t make no damn decision
Brrah, brra, that fye gone lay him down with no respawn, no Activision
Them bullets touch him up like a revision

Nah he ain’t gone blow
That b*tch gone run from the guys
Pew pew pеw pew, bah, bah, bullets go dumb if he try
Pеw pew pew pew, fye, fye it’s a f*cking homicide
Fye fye fye fye, grra grra how the pus*y n*gga died
Okay like ho-ho-ho he don’t want smoke no
He got some red on his nose, no Rudolph he Bobo
Bobo the clown, he got hit up with this extendo
Bullets got him in a chokehold
I ain’t no rookie pus*y I don’t play with my food
Come outside and show some face, you stuck inside like peek-a-boo
You could run and you could hide but ain’t nobody seeking you
Ain’t you heard I play with fye I’ll light that crib like BBQ
You talk down on bro and thought that nobody fin get mad at you
Pulled up with gang we like five deep and did some sh*t we had to do
Ain’t even up the Glock yet that pus*y jumping like a kangaroo
I’ll ride in on a moped if I ain’t got the V, b*tch I’m still staining you
What the f*ck you wanna do
Grrah, leave that b*tch a stain on his shirt collar
I don’t f*ck with this b*tch I’ll drop him for a dollar
Don’t do no politicking stop with all the drama
If you really bout it n*gga put it on yo mama
Aye, he better listen
I up the Glock with quickness, popped so much I got a blister
Aye he talking tough as sh*t I show him up like we in prison
Now e running with no shirt he sweat so much he start to glisten
Aye that thirty clip is sending so much shot it feel like Christmas
What I’m giving, he gettin
Like Santa, I’m spinning round his block like I can’t make no damn decision
Brrah, brra, that fye gone lay him down with no respawn, no Activision
Brrah, them bullets touch him up like a revision