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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
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 endo, oh
All I see is a bunch of broke ass b!tches tryna tell me I ain't poppin'
I ain't hot no more
Well listen to me closely, b!tch, 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 n!ggas 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, p*ssy n!ggas know not to play, I ain't goin' for nothing (Yeah)
Peepin' out the window (Yeah)
Youngin' jumped inside the game, he got some f*ckin' diamonds
We made temporary decisions, change the f*ckin' 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 [?]
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 motherf*cker' faces
I told my brother that we ain't goin' back to basics
Ever since I copped the Hellcat, n!ggas still wonderin' why, I like be "Slime you did that"
I'm kickin' my ones and two, chillin' at the real estate
Wishin' I can bring my dawg from the f*ckin' jail, mates
Peepin' out the window
All I see is a bunch of racist ass cops tryna catch a n!gga slackin' like Jim Crow
Had to make it through the worst on a turf, out the dirt
N!ggas stayin' down, ten toes
I done seen a lot of struggle that came with this game
She cried but she'll lied just to f*ck on my chain
I drunk codeine and pop one just to stimulate my brain

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