Peekaboo

Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lam'

Double-park it all at Tam's, Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-Mans
If he hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands
Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like
Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam

THE TYPE OF SHIT I'M ON, YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND
THE TYPE OF SKITZ I'M ON, YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND
BIG-DOG BUSINESS, I WOULD NOT HOLD YOUR HAND

Broke-bitch business, I could not be your man

"NEVER GOT HIS ASS WHOOPED UNTIL WE OPENED UP THAT CAN"

Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam, jam
Freak bitch, I like my MAC touchin' yams
Play that opp shit around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off"
Heard what happened to your mans, not sorry for your loss
Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to the cross
I let your boy get a pass, bitch, you lucky he soft, for real

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'