Текст песни Peek a Boo - SB

Yeah, fuck nigga
Pa-pao like
Fuck is you talking about? I ain't paying shit, nigga

Pa-pa-pa-pao his bushes, peek a boo
With the glock talk is cheap
Get some money, why you all on my cock?
Niggas talk, bitches talk
All you mad walkin' out
Chopper with me always
Watch me get this bitch out, eh

Money on my mind, I can't lie, I act broke
By the shoes that I wear you can tell I got dough
Speakin' money, it's all facts
I don't lie 'bout it no
I'm like bishop with that juice
Pour it oh-on your hoe, heh

I got sauce, pull up, I'm Rick Ross, I'm the boss, ay
Fuck you mean, nigga? Grab your bitch, get 'em lost, ay
These niggas actin' like they tough
They so soft, ay
Shoutout to my nigga, fine, he your boss, ay

Truth, these nigga's pussy, can't trust 'em
My young niggas shoot and they bustle
You runnin' your mouth, we gon' gut you
And all of these niggas, my brothers
We strap up, we stay with the muscle
Coenberg this is back to the hustle
I'd be damned with myself for the struggle
I'd be damned with myself for the struggle

Aye, fuck the game
Fuck, tired ass nigga, bitch!
Walk up in this bitch, I met Crips, nigga!
SB