Peekin lyrics

[Verse 1]


(Seesh)
Yellow tape surround the block it was a bloody scene
They said the shooter he had to let off a submachine
Bullets flying n*ggas dying Mama crying asking god
About my child why my child asking God why my child
40 cal 30 round gun you down run you down
Spin you round hit the ground shoot you while you hit the ground
Sold coke move round whip it in a jelly jar
pus*y you can die first for acting hella hard
f*ck boy You'd be somebody b*tch if you was on the yard
Had yo baby mama sucking di*k up in my latest foreign
I’mma catch em late night when he creepin with the b*tch
n*gga killed my patna ima feed his ass the whole clip
Paranoid who peeking in my muthaf*ckin window b*tch
b*tch you tryna set me up you working with them people b*tch
b*tch you tryna set me up you f*ckin with them suckas b*tch

[Chorus]

Who is this peekin through my muthaf*ckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthaf*ckin window
My mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Blat blat who peekin through my muthaf*ckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthaf*ckin window
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
[Verse 2]

I stand alone in my four corner room loading up bangas
Grippin on stainless shooting at gangstas
Grimey as f*ck loading the chopp shooting at opps
Cooking up rocks running from cops
Paranoia who is them n*ggas I think they watching me
Side b*tch telling me her n*gga talkin bout poppin me
Pulled up on that n*gga he was coming outta Quiznos
Throw a couple shots through his muthaf*ckin window
(Sheesh) Popped his ass up Popped his ass up
Mama think im tweeking Think im geeking on the angel dust
(Sheesh) Did it broad day cause I don’t give a f*ck
b*tch now go pick yo baby daddy up
Popped his ass up Popped his ass up
Mama think im tweeking think I'm geeking on the angel dust
(Sheesh) Did it broad day cause I don’t give a f*ck
b*tch now go pick yo baby daddy up

[Chorus]

Who is this peekin through my muthaf*ckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthaf*ckin window
My mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Blat blat who peekin through my muthaf*ckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthaf*ckin window
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust