Peek Out - Woop

Ridin' in the back but I’m thinkin' bout the front door

I’m talkin' 'bout the front door

I’m talkin' 'bout layin' in the bushes

I’m talkin' 'bout runnin' through the front door

They talkin' 'bout that bird in the air

I’m talkin' 'bout I still gotta wait though

I’m talkin' 'bout my dog like Cujo

I’m talkin' 'bout I trap with that woo though

I’m talkin' 'bout my left wrist too froze

I’m talkin' 'bout that water, no ship

Hold up, they caught in the drip

I’m talkin' 'bout the juice, not the dip

I’m talkin' 'bout let’s fuck up the value

I’m talkin' 'bout let’s send him more rims

Talkin' 'bout let’s boot up, no Timbs

Hold up, pop a perc tan

Whoa, roll up the slim

Still staining and banging the drugs

All this jewelry, I look like the plug

I’ma mount it up, get you a crutch

They be claimin' they rockin' and rollin'

They rollin' when shit gon' get rough

I like them silenced on silenced

You already know who that for

I like them silent devices

I shoot at you and your wifeys

I’m on the molly, no vitamins

Hate when I miss, gotta try again

Serve out that spot in a tank top

You already know how I’m livin', up

Don’t put no bitch in my business bruh

I don’t like niggas in my kitchen bruh

TwoWoop got the bag like I’m Santa

TwoWoop come with bags like I’m Santa

I peek out that bitch with a hammer

I peek out that bitch like a stamper

I peek out like I got a warrant

I move like I’m dodging informants

She wanna join my army

She wanna be like my armpit

I peek out that bitch with a chop

Lil mama just pulled up and dropped off the box

Free the slaves from the dock

They wanted my head, they cut off my locks

I peek out that bitch with a chop

I peek out that bitch like I’m servin' them blocks

I peek out that bitch like I’m beefin' with opps

I peek out that bitch like Flav rock

I’m droppin' the top on the coupe

I’m droppin' the, droppin' the top on the coupe

I trap with a Woop, nothin' new

I stand on the block in some police shoes

She know that drip in effect

She catching my drip, it be all in her text

She know that check in effect

I still want a check and I came with a check

I’m droppin' the top on the coupe

I’m droppin' the, droppin' the top on the coupe

I’m thumbin' through nothin' but blue

I’m thumbin' through, thumbin' through nothin' but blues

I peek out that bitch with a chop

Lil mama just pulled up and dropped off the box

Free the slaves from the dock

They wanted my head, they cut off my locks

I peek out that bitch with a chop

I peek out that bitch like I’m servin' them blocks

I peek out that bitch like I’m beefin' with opps

I peek out that bitch like Flav rock