Peep Game (feat. Lil Swoop)

Now here I come, here I come I got these niggas running from this shit I gas niggas that's over straight gunning I'm rolling gold thangs, 67 Skylark I got to stay strapped when I'm rolling after dark Cause niggas jacking when a nigga's rolling gold rims Or roll a bucket when it's time for me to get some trimp I don't want to get caught slippin on the fluke Trying to get some ass and some niggas straight jack you And that's why a punk bitch ain't shit Only fucking with a nigga that's checking the grip Cause I know about these bitches biting off me gold thangs Spinning tight, I take a bitch to the telly off some drank and dank, right And then I'm up in that shit After I get my nut off then I leave that bitch At the telly, better tell that nigga to come pick you up Cause bitch, all I wanted to do was fuck and get up (Lil Swoop) It's the menace, the baby-killing nigga for the fuck of it (?) I'm strolling through my set Paper's short as my pocket's kinda young, locc So it's gonna be a hard struggle in '94 And taking no schemes from them dope fiends Breaking crumbs, just to see them high beams Hell no, that shit don't work when you steppin to the Swoop That be that lunatic, kicking that shit, with that ghetto mentality (?) You little rascal, you've been a pain in my asshole Five-foot-six and ain't getting no bigger I guess I gotta stop smoking dank and drinking liquor With my niggas, who tell me I'm moving too damn fast But being broke in this game had me on the last Cause when you at my age, you wanna do everything Think you're grown, don't ask moms nothing Hitting late-nights thinking everything's so right But when you get home you might get gone for life No outside, no talking on the phone No balling with your homies after school, now that's wrong But I got a cool mommy that don't even trip But if she catch me doing illegal shit She might flip, and go home trying to ban me from making dough But it keeps calling telling me (?) (Cellski) That's why I be gone off the dank and Hennesy That's giving me the energy to pop at these enemies These niggas keep mugging me, that's why I lose me (?) That's only giving a nigga the reason To get the muthafucking Ruger and pop Cause these bitch-made niggas keep on flexing with me Cause he found out his bitch was sexing with me Want to mug me everytime I roll through As I mug back, sipping on a cold brew Because these niggas act like bitches when it comes to hoes Sucking up to these punk bitches while you diss your bros I'm not a hoe but fuck a homie is what I was told And never give game, game is supossed to be sold But I peep game from these OG's A young hard-head nigga living life by the streets So fuck that captain-save-a-hoe shit Cause if the next nigga fucking up Then you supossed to check your bitch You player haters is the niggas making us look bad But I don't get mad, still dressed bummy and sad Cause that's my lifestyle, never change for a hoe Cause I'mma still hang, smoke dank and down the 4-0 With my niggas on the Daft and the L-side (?) Mobb shit, rolling around racing buckets Hitting doughnuts, if I rap I'm like fuck it Cause shit comes and goes in this game I'm playing And where I come from there can be no captain-saving Save a homie for a hoe, mane Cause I just want my young niggas out there To peep game