Peekaboo (Feat. 30)

Mora Beats Trap House Mob Sweep up with a broom not to clean my room Shell out the tints when I squeeze at you Hop off the bike, peekaboo Woosh on man with this tree trunk too I was in my cell, doing bang-up Came out, loaded up nails in the hammer This ratchet I got in the jammer But I had a one shotty that was older than my grandma Fling a corner in the pot when I tapped and it locks So I'm with Lil D on your block with a dots (Man's on your block now, haha) B gang's cut from a different cloth I make crack with magic in a witch's pot Had the spin barrel spin like the wild wild west Ask bro that day, I nearly kwenged in his head They say we only rap about skengs on peds (Why?) 'Cah we really put skengs on pеds HMP, me and bro shared a bunk bed Thеn we touched road, shotting work to the junkheads Left over there in a hot mess And we saved one in the head for the stop Interview 'bout a booting it's not my first time One more GBH gonna be my third strike But you know I never really paid that any mind Green light from bro, hopping back in the ride This one bad like Teanna Trump She would ask 'How high?' if I told her to jump Buss shots at the opps and they run like Gump Want war with the B then you must be skunked (Are you skunked?) Didn't see none, went back on the next glide Rear-view mirror, recognise them headlights Pissed in the whip, bucked into the Might decamp and come back a next time Told the govs that I needed a razor to shave my beard But you knew it was cap (Cap) Me and bro took turns on a mash Used toilet paper to cover the flak (The flak) Friday, Saturday, VR was hoping and wishing that bro came through on a visit Bitch had a pack in her bra and knickers I was in a cell with my festive slippers Patting on the duke's keys, keeps banging his door And he slit his wrist, he strung up before And the pack just landed, need to bag up these 4s You can tell no clippers to jam up the door Back on the roads with the dipper for sure Then I caught me a case, I was living on 4 Not new to jail, I been here before Spent most of my teens in prison and court Threw in the tings when we step out on freeflow Bro caught a body, next day he went Heathrow His co-d snitched, didn't stick to the G-code He would've bussed case if it wasn't for Nino Had the longest .12, tall like Peter Crouch We're really outside, you don't leave your house This one long, swing it round like a gymnast Chop off the nose, now it fits in a gym bag This buj here came from Pakistan And the hand ting I got kick like Jackie Chan Step with two Gs, don't need baggaman Wrapped up my face, done it like Taliban Manbag with the torch, they sting on the trigger, Let me give it some foreplay Asked little bro if he's gripping, he said 'Always' Always got mine when I step through that doorway Take a good look, I'm a blatant crook Jakes want man booked like Bobby and Rowdy Work in the pot, now the water's cloudy I gave a few B to a fiend for his house keys Took that third off, judge tryna bird man I couldn't be bothered with the hassle at trial Not guilty plea, bro just got the G All now he ain't been back in a while Sweep up with a broom not to clean my room Shell out the tints when I squeeze at you Hop off the bike, peekaboo Woosh on man with this tree trunk too I was in my cell, doing bang-up Came out, loaded up nails in the hammer This ratchet I got in the jammer But I had a one shotty that was older than my grandma