Lyrics Peephole - Bodega Bamz

Peephole

Hugging on this Hennesey
Heard two knocks on the do'
Looking through the peephole
Loaded up my fo' fo'
It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'
I told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
Whoa oh
I could smell a set up from a mile away
Looking for a come up, they gon' die today
Table, spread the money every kind of way
Fuck my bitch in the open, never mind the shades
Never mind the yay that’s in front of you
Enough work, I can chill for a month or two
Enough bricks, I can build for a month or two
The youth wild, they gon' steal from they mother too
So many times committing crimes, I learned a lot
Earned a spot, built armies before I burnt the block
I grew my crop coming out of left field
Before they take mines, I’ma kill, believe me
Hugging on this Hennesey
Heard two knocks on the do'
Looking through the peephole
Loaded up my fo' fo'
It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'
I told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Never been afraid of a nigga that breath the same H2O as me
Toe to toe with me?
Cut the foot off a nigga tryin' to run game
I ain’t with the BS
Cartier frames, bubble lights and the DS
Félix, King, pitcher like I’m from Seattle
Tryin' to win the war, lose a couple battles
Gained a couple scars, shed a tear in a blood bucket
Attitude: «Fuck it,» ‘cause these motherfuckers love it
Hugging on this Hennesey
Heard two knocks on the do'
Looking through the peephole
Loaded up my fo' fo'
It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'
Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»
Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)
Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)
Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)
Whoa oh