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peeka boo - omb peezy lyrics

[intro]
(whataboy)
(yes, sir)
look, ha, ha
look
look, look

[verse]
i don’t give a f*ck about no sprinter (sprinter), youngin shootin’ out the window (grrah)
ordered lamb chops in the club (ha, ha), but he tryna eat an opp for dinner (n*gga)
you put a hole in this b*tch, i’m tryna find you, send a picture (send a—)
send an insta, i’m up all night scopin’ on my finsta, n*gga (look)
i coulda k!lled you, let you slide, know you remember, n*gga (i know you remember)
i’m with frozone, i’m surprised that he ain’t k!ll a n*gga (sh*t)
we crashed that b*tch, f*ck it, leave it, they gon’ bill a n*gga (blatt)
snaked out ass hoes tryna act like they just wasn’t with a n*gga
f*ck a club security, them n*ggas hidin’, don’t wanna get burnt (yeah, ho)
fans lookin’ at me likе i’m crazy, like they surprised a n*gga turnt
you don’t know how to work your tool, i advisе a n*gga learn (learn)
n*ggas said i couldn’t cback, i’m like, “why not?”
from what i heard, what i made (i made)
shootin’ on the run, he hot, my younging blazin’ (blazin’)
i won’t say no name, he light skinned, but he’ll chop you like a haitian (choppin’)
you would think we thirty deep ’cause we got choppers like the navy (bah, bah)
sitting outside a n*gga house, b*tch, i’ll watch you like your neighbor
f*ck a bulletproof (man, f*ck that sh*t)
bullets don’t hurt a n*gga that bad (for real)
outside this b*tch i’m playin’ peekaboo, tryna whoop a n*gga like his dad (his dad)
shout out them hoes who helped me out, i’m finna send all y’all a pack
i’m tryna mac somethin’ with this ratchet, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout fashion, n*gga (no fashion, n*gga)
this real rap, b*tch, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout actin’ (nothin’ ’bout actin’, n*gga)
and they ain’t checkin’ in with sh*t, you know, that’s really how sh*t happen to you (p*ssy*ass n*gga)
haha (for real)
and they don’t really know how to smack a n*gga
make sure all my people straight, then walk back in the club laughin’, n*gga (hahaha)
[outro]
i ain’t gon’ lie, first off, man, i love raylen, man, or raylin
raylen, raylin, however i say it, man, i love y’all
man, i love y’all, like y’all love me, you know what’s goin’ on
yeah, and we thuggin’, man, you know i thug what i thug how i’m thuggin’, man, you know (ayy, man, but enough about that, this a gun right here)
gang sh*t, you know, yeah (i’ma teach you n*ggas how to shoot somethin’)
i’m a real smacker, ra*ra, overk!ll peezy
and this why you ain’t droppin’, it’s just not the same ol’ same old
even though i ain’t finna change though
my big trip, i’ma change hoes, you know how i’m comin’
yeah, raw

- omb peezy lyrics

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