peekaboo (feat. AzChike)

Give a helping hand

To your fellow men, oh, my—

Aye, what?

Look

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Hmm, aye

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm

Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain

Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game

Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank

Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smut my name

Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405

Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta

Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?

Peekaboo, you know my lil' **** off they rocker

Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that **** checkin' cheese

Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street

Peekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep

Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet

Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, bitch, my shooter plain

Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hand

Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in it where her ugh at

Peekaboo, on your top, I'm with Dot, bitch, don't look back

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch

Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit

Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lam'

Double-park it all at Tam's, Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-Mans

If he hatin', disrespect, you gotta follow up with hands

Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like

Beam-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam

The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand

The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand

Big dawg business, I will not hold your hand

Broke bitch business, I cannot be your man

Never got his ass whooped until he opened up that can

Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam

Jam, freak bitch, I like my Mac touchin' yams

Play that opp shit around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off"

Heard what happened to your mans, not sorry for your loss

Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to the cross

I let your boy get a pass, bitch, you lucky he soft, for real

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm, aye

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmm

Peekaboo