Peekaboo lyrics

Peekaboo
Peekaboo
Peekaboo
Peekaboo
Peekaboo
Peekaboo
Peekaboo

Ain’t wit that fake fraud sh*t
Never play you b*tches game
I hop up in my Fendi peekaboo
And put you hoes to shame
Yeah that’s a mini flex
But n*ggas know that ZEPS insane
Ion gotta give too much
Been disrespectful in a planejane
Maybe in a range
My raps got lots of range
You made a mess and now you got a stain
That destroyed your whole name
But who are you to blame
When that money came
I shut up and arranged
Switched up the whole plan
And now they scream my name

Pop the trunk
Man these b*tches gotta stop it
I been up in my bag
And i ain’t ever finna drop or miss
You b*tches rockin counterfeit bags I see
You b*tches are a ki
Plus you gotta pay a fee
If you wanna come live in luxury
The Top Notch
I’m conceded
Lead the pack u washed & wheezin
On the bleachers talkin sh*t
You bottom feeding
Hoes hate to see me feasting
Closest ones crossed me & now they weepin
Wipe em up like some semen
Y’all was beasting for this demon

Ain’t with that fake fraud sh*t
Never play you b*tches game
I hop up in my Fendi peekaboo
And put you hoes to shame
Yeah that’s a mini flex
But n*ggas know that ZEPS insane
Ion gotta give too much
Been disrespectful in a planejane
Maybe in a range
My raps got lots of range
You made a mess and now you got a stain
That destroyed your whole name
But who are you to blame
When that money came
I shut up and arranged
Switched up the whole plan
And now they scream my name
Bamboozled b*tches whole heads
She locced him up ain't talkin feds
They tried to play & now they dread
Im steppin out it’s code red
Code red or Code blue
You got the rona or the flu
Cause you b*tches been sick
Yea Hoe ha-chew
Love my pineapple hi-chews
sh*t on hoes like i douche
Write it down then i poof read digits
And I push the limit
Wow none of yall can f*ck with me
Let alone rumble me
You Fumbled like a some tumble weeds
I sting that ass like bumblebees

Ain’t with that fake fraud sh*t
Never play you b*tches game
I hop up in my Fendi peekaboo
And put you hoes to shame
Yeah that’s a mini flex
But n*ggas know that ZEPS insane
Ion gotta give too much
Been disrespectful in a planejane
Maybe in a range
My raps got lots of range
You made a mess and now you got a stain
That destroyed your whole name
But who are you to blame
When that money came
I shut up and arranged
Switched up the whole plan
And now they scream my name
Feel me it’s really nothing, really never been nothing, feel me?
Told y’all b*tches stop playing wit me feel me like b*tch
Stack ya money, stay quiet b*tch, stay out the way