Peacocking

Aye slam a 30, six bitches fuck up the whole game
Aye niggas wondering how
You know what I'm saying
Wondering how i get 6 bitches
Ya know, peacock a lil bit
Ya know what I'm saying
Throw some jewelry on
Get a lil, you know hot fit off
Take my shirt off show my six pack
You know what I'm saying, Peacock

Peacocking
Sliding money up my arm
Don't give a fuck if you niggas feel some type of way
He was the man
But that shit was short lived
I'm here now
So I guess he feel some type of way
This shit too easy with these breezys
I fucked his main squeezy
Yea I know he feel some type of way
But honestly I'm finna take my belt off
Cause I don't know who gave these niggas permission
To feel some type of way

I got 3 hand guns
Grim Reaper, Billy and Mandy
But this ain't no cartoon, You'll really die
Don't get fancy
I get antsy
Couple thousand in my pants see
Kill them off
We don't got time for necromancy
Why you mad at me
50 gallon Glad bag em
Stop tryna stop the fight
Nigga let me have at em
Ima jab at em
He's a crash dummy
Knock his teeth out
Leave his whole mouth gummy
And if I ever take an L ima pick up
But on the real I can never see me taking one
Nigga i turn it up
And I ain't fucking with this bitch if she a runner up
I need a bitch that knuckle up
Cause if you see that nigga bitch you got to fuck her up
Nigga I'm 1 of 1
And yeah i had to take yo bitch
Nigga she 1 of 1

Peacocking
Sliding money up my arm
Don't give a fuck If you niggas feel some type of way
He was the man
But that shit was short lived
I'm here now
So I guess he feel some type of way
This shit too easy with these breezy
I fucked his main squeezy
Yea I know he feel some type of way
But honestly I finna take my belt off
Cause idk who gave these niggas permission
To feel some type of way

Ahh I feel some type of way
Bitch got bands for me
Yea I need that right away
This that get it out yo ass bitch type of day
Oh you ain't got my bread
We finna fight today
Niggas got a issue
Yea nigga what's goodie
I'm all about my blues
Yea I feel just like I'm Tookie
Yea you know I ain't a rookie I got fullies for these bullies
Put a nigga on shirt and put his Patna on a hoodie
I know niggas ain't feelin me
Only reason why we enemies
His bitches into me my stunting be offending em
Nigga and my bitch light brown like she Hennessy
Don't ever hit me with that blood or cuh if you ain't kin to me
Swag like Obama but they treat me like a Kennedy
10 toes down times times 10 like a centipede
Nigga youzza bitch nigga with some bitch tendencies
And word to Brandyn Johnson yea bitch shit I'm Him-athy

Peacocking
Sliding money up my arm
Don't give a fuck If you niggas feel some type of way
He was the man
But that shit was short lived
Im here now
So I guess he feel some type of way
This shit too easy with these breezys
I fucked his main squeezey
Yea I know he feel some type of way
But honestly i finna take my belt off
Cause idk who gave these niggas permission
To feel some type of way



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Writer(s): Alex Hooper Jr
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