Lyrics Peek Out - Woop

Peek Out

Ridin' in the back but I’m thinkin' bout the front door
I’m talkin' 'bout the front door
I’m talkin' 'bout layin' in the bushes
I’m talkin' 'bout runnin' through the front door
They talkin' 'bout that bird in the air
I’m talkin' 'bout I still gotta wait though
I’m talkin' 'bout my dog like Cujo
I’m talkin' 'bout I trap with that woo though
I’m talkin' 'bout my left wrist too froze
I’m talkin' 'bout that water, no ship
Hold up, they caught in the drip
I’m talkin' 'bout the juice, not the dip
I’m talkin' 'bout let’s fuck up the value
I’m talkin' 'bout let’s send him more rims
Talkin' 'bout let’s boot up, no Timbs
Hold up, pop a perc tan
Whoa, roll up the slim
Still staining and banging the drugs
All this jewelry, I look like the plug
I’ma mount it up, get you a crutch
They be claimin' they rockin' and rollin'
They rollin' when shit gon' get rough
I like them silenced on silenced
You already know who that for
I like them silent devices
I shoot at you and your wifeys
I’m on the molly, no vitamins
Hate when I miss, gotta try again
Serve out that spot in a tank top
You already know how I’m livin', up
Don’t put no bitch in my business bruh
I don’t like niggas in my kitchen bruh
TwoWoop got the bag like I’m Santa
TwoWoop come with bags like I’m Santa
I peek out that bitch with a hammer
I peek out that bitch like a stamper
I peek out like I got a warrant
I move like I’m dodging informants
She wanna join my army
She wanna be like my armpit
I peek out that bitch with a chop
Lil mama just pulled up and dropped off the box
Free the slaves from the dock
They wanted my head, they cut off my locks
I peek out that bitch with a chop
I peek out that bitch like I’m servin' them blocks
I peek out that bitch like I’m beefin' with opps
I peek out that bitch like Flav rock
I’m droppin' the top on the coupe
I’m droppin' the, droppin' the top on the coupe
I trap with a Woop, nothin' new
I stand on the block in some police shoes
She know that drip in effect
She catching my drip, it be all in her text
She know that check in effect
I still want a check and I came with a check
I’m droppin' the top on the coupe
I’m droppin' the, droppin' the top on the coupe
I’m thumbin' through nothin' but blue
I’m thumbin' through, thumbin' through nothin' but blues
I peek out that bitch with a chop
Lil mama just pulled up and dropped off the box
Free the slaves from the dock
They wanted my head, they cut off my locks
I peek out that bitch with a chop
I peek out that bitch like I’m servin' them blocks
I peek out that bitch like I’m beefin' with opps
I peek out that bitch like Flav rock