Peepin' Out My Window Lyrics

See I been working on getting my shit off

Bad bitches swapping they lip gloss

Know the hoes love to go for that slick talk

But that talking and shit make my dick soft

You ain’t with all that walking then get lost

All that barking don’t fuck with no big dogs.

Swear I be feeling like Rick Ross

What, you think that shit unclear?

See I like my bitches in pairs

Drink till I’m vision impaired

Stumbling up hella stairs

Hoping that nobody stares

But knowing that nobody cares

Long as they blow that smoke in the air.

This shit is a party you wasting your breath.

Aye don’t mix that Bacardi go straight to the head

Shit is a product of all the neglect

Niggas be narcing go straight to the feds.

See I parked the coupe that’s room for you and you beloved

Tell the twelve that we ain’t even doing nothing

Riding through the city with the music bumping

Real estating lookin for a move or something.

And I know you got a man but baby do you love him?

What you think he do if he knew you was fucking

4am walk in like you ain’t doing nothing

Tryna treat a nigga like he new or something

Nigga what?

Peeping out my window

Month was December

Peeping out my window

Month was December

Peeping out my window

Month was December

2am freestyling wilding over instrumentals

Smoking choking toking

out in the open

Hoping nobody scoping

Smoking

Roll up and smoking that potent

Know what I’m holding is golden

You make a play for the crown

One on one shaking you down

So know we not playing around

But you can come play with a round

Come for the dap might get hit with a pound

Still get Bizzie on my bone shit

Hit the weed but the lean make me homesick

Niggas circle round the point on some cone shit

Me and my niggas in the house on some Jerome shit

Treat the snakes on some Indiana Jones shit

Got beef then a nigga keep a chrome fifth

Extra stitch up in the jeans for the long dick

She told her homegirl so I’ma bone bitch

I long dick her like ugh uggghhh

Know I’m getting faded with the bunch

Gotta put the Grey up in the punch

Treating hella niggas like lunch

Life dig dug man you know the shit get crazy with the pump

Take em to the 80s with the funk

Hella niggas shady where I’m from

Love to see me try to make a punt

Know a nigga crazy in the clutch

So you gotta keep a Brady in the Bunch

Shit sound like “Marsha, Marsha, Marsha”

See I found out where I’m going with it

now I’m rolling with it

Gotta couple bitches hoein with it

Drop it low and get it

Niggas always wanna talk

But niggas never go and get it

I was talking to the bro

And he been saying go and get it

I can find it for the low and flip it

On some dro and get it

I could put it on the floor

And tell your hoe to go and get it

Way I’m switching up the flow

I feel like I’m a poet with it

Nigga ugh

Peeping out my window

Month was December

Peeping out my window

Month was December

Peeping out my window

Month was December

2am freestyling wilding over instrumentals