Peek A Boo - SOB X RBE, DaBoii

And I know you ain’t that nigga that you perpetrate to be

I ain’t movin' to impress ain’t gotta perpetrate to me

All them boots why ain’t you spittin'?

They’ll put me straight to sleep

Sayin' all you state is facts when all them links make believe

He can fake it like he wit' it but I know he ain’t a beast

RIP L’A Capone me and mines just play for keeps

You don’t got no hustle you be breakin' every lease

Remember they ain’t give me time but now they wanna marry me

When you feel death around the corner nigga that’s a scary thing

These blue birds in my jeans talk like a parakeet

I got my own style bitch stop comparin' me

Ain’t gettin' money stop the purpin' put his face wit' charity

Nigga 'less yo' name God bitch it ain’t no scarin' me

And I just bought another chop this bitch Mariah Carey sing

I know you don’t mean it when you said you care for me

Give up on me don’t you do that bitch, shout out to Derrick King

Said she love me very much, told that bitch I’m very sleep

Told my girl that I’m 200 she was like, «you better be»

Soon as my higari broke that’s when they wanna spread the peace

Came to the conclusion I want war and that’s 'til I rest wit' tee

Damn Tre why it had to be you?

I got the news, couldn’t believe, it was sad to be true

Bitch I’m always on my game I brought a strap in the booth

But when they ask for my government, I’m like you askin' for who?

And me and Brodie off a four and we just matchin' a deuce

And that’s hi-tech now I got green day I might crash in the coupe

Everybody rap 'bout guns what can they actually prove

Before I rocked them foreign kicks I had Shaq on the shoes

Ha, yeah I’m thankful for the struggle

Real chip getter, I’m just thankful for the ruffles

Slippin' wit' the bitch then we aimin' at the couple

Four on my bodyguard nigga I don’t ever rumble

Yeah, bitch we don’t ever chunk 'em

Must I say again pussy we don’t ever tussle

Never had a bop so I lent 'em to the uncle

Survival of the fittest I’m just thuggin' in the jungle

Bitch, and you be thuggin' wit' your feelin’s

Knock my bitch, yo' bitch too, fuck it call up Jerry Springer

Follow every step I take, they just followin' the leader

If you run up on me wrong, then you followin' the heater

Fake ass thug, you be borrowin' the heater

Brodie all about the bitch, we just borrowin' her Visa

Nigga what?

Who is you to tell me what the fuck I need to do?

Niggas hidin', choppa find 'em, lil' nigga peek a boo

And you won’t see a eyebrow when we creepin' through

I don’t gotta lie to sell nigga I can speak the truth

Nigga if you ain’t thuggin' then my music may not speak to you

Tryna keep up where you can’t compete you niggas need a boost

Bitch I’m that nigga for real

They hear my shit and take down notes it’s like I’m givin' them skills

Nigga you ain’t never been on no mission to kill

And every verse a nigga spit I be givin' 'em chills

On the gang

Yeah, givin' em chills

Givin' em chills

Ah, show 'em how we feel