Peek-A-Boo

Touchdown, shit fuck it I'm the quarterback
Wit all these plays getting made she gon throw it back
Still money over bitches and I told her that
I'm in and out serving beef like you ordered that
It Ain't nun to a boss, we gon run it up
Back to back all night til the sun is up
Bust a nut got her looking like a hunny bun
Get the money then I'm gone, that's a one and done
Cold game but its life who guessed it
The kid got next putting on for the section
Toe tag him if he lookin my direction
I brought the homies with me you can meet Smith and Wesson

All this cash in my pocket you could see it too
Make me wanna do some things when it's me and you
On the road, do the dash foreign vehicle,
Got me poppin in n out like peek a boo
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Aye look I don't bang homie but the beat do
And we been tryna get it in when you sleep too
Shake dice for the guap like G'z do
A pack from the spot, make it poof like three-two,
One, run me all them crumbs
Im chasing this bread and putting smoke in my lungs
Silly lil boy you ain't fucking with us,
He walked in with a bitch, now she coming with us, aye
Keep telling me why I shouldn't go up
Cami did it so you know it's boutta blow up
Lil mama shaking ass for the whole club
Get her to the crib, hit it OneTake, hol' up!

All this cash in my pocket you could see it too
Make me wanna do some things when it's me and you
On the road, do the dash foreign vehicle,
Got me poppin in n out like peek a boo
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