peakaboo

I mean punk ass niggas
If you got a problem my number is 07840 9333

Breaking in, it's like I ain't even need a code
Wheezing on these beats and I'm the illest, try not catch a cold
I spit fire, burn a bitch a tyre, watch a baddie fold
Rapping like I would even need a couple years to blow
Shit, I been in my own lane
You niggas are so lame
You rapping like you ain't got no hunger, you're so tame
I'm going and there's no rage
Man I'm shooting and there's no aim
Spitting propane

Tryna make a living off of rap, it feels like cocaine
You pussy, you don't know pain
Your favourite track, it ain't got no stains
Man it's okay
I'm in the gym but seeing no gains
And I been pushing big food but I ain't even eaten like the whole day
You don't hold weight

I was never coming for a slice, man I'm coming for the whole plate

Shit, look

Peekaboo, watch a nigga peeky, freaky
Switch phones tryna catch more, I need a Pikachu
I need me a thick bitch that can read a room
If we outside that don't mean that she ain't freaking you

Peekaboo, watch a nigga peeky, freaky
I mean punk ass niggas

Look, I take what they all say

But I can never take what they all take
Pack coming in different races, it's all grey
In such a small space could be 4K

My nigga got range when it's broad day
Straight shooting at your face, there's no foreplay
Wait, I mean we ain't got the same fate
I was selling more than sweets on my lunch break
This my forte
Sipping on more drinks than sorbet
Gourmet, fake rappers, you're my raw state
I need a plaque on my wall with my door frame
I need more cake plated

More life, more pain
We need more greats wasted

More life, more pain
I might fade the strip club just to meet a baddie selling coochie
Take a whole shop and got me tricking with this blue cheese
Gliding 'round the south now all my niggas call me Toosie
You ain't never had it, your name there ain't come with two Cs
Pirate like I'm Luffy, One Piece, two piece
Gang of fake rappers, all these bitches looking goofy
Look, I mean punk ass niggas