Testo Peepin Out The Window - Young Thug feat. Bslime & Future
Testo della canzone Peepin Out The Window (Young Thug feat. Bslime & Future), tratta dall'album Punk
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Peepin' out the window, peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window, peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window, yeah (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm Indo, oh
All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches
Tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dawgs bossed up
I doubled up, I don't do no chores no more
I ain't steppin' on these niggas like no rugs no more
Find myself carin' way too much, ain't got no shrubs no more
But got way bigger shows
I ain't chargin' dubs no more
I charge a half a million dollars just to walk out
I hate the police, but I'm big, so they brought cops out
I got a gun, shoot the same times, but it's fun-sized
Sign on a dotted lines
One time for the ones saw me come from nothing
Speakin' of nothing, pussy niggas know not to play
I ain't goin' for nothing (yeah)
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm endo, oh
All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches
Tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dawgs bossed up
Youngin' jumped inside the game, he got some fuckin' diamonds
We made temporary decisions, change the fuckin' climate
Run with these boys, yeah, them boys who be runnin' the lobby
Change the channel, you know I'm up next by the way I pop it
I sip on syrup a lot, but no one understand me
I told my mama, "No more sufferin', I made it"
You should've seen all these motherfucker faces
I told my brother that we ain't goin' back to basics
Ever since I copped the Hellcat, niggas still wonderin' why
I like be, "Slime, you did that"
I'm kickin' my ones and two, chillin' at the rib shack
Wishin' I can bring my dawg back from the fuckin' jail, mates
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps
Tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm endo, oh
All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches
Tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dawgs bossed up
Peepin' out the window
All I see is a bunch of racist ass cops
Tryna catch a nigga slackin' like Jim Crow
Had to make it through the worst on a turf, out the dirt
Niggas stayin' down, ten toes
I done seen a lot of struggle that came with this game
She cried, but she'll lie just to fuck on my chain
I drunk codeine and pop one just to stimulate my brain
Peepin' out the window (yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead
Wanna smoke me like I'm endo, oh
All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches
Tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dawgs bossed up
Hell, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Peepin' out the window, yeah, yeah
See the opps risin' from the dead when I look out my window
All this water in these baguettes, we might turn 'em to Nemo
Credits
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Brandon King, Jordan Oliver Edon, Ilya Lezgin, Vladislav Ruslanovich Dugin
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