peekaboo

作词 : Kendrick Lamar/AzChike/Sounwave/Scott Bridgeway/Sean Momberger/Little Beaver/Michael Legrand

作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/AzChike/Sounwave/Scott Bridgeway/Sean Momberger/Little Beaver/Michael Legrand

编曲 : Sounwave

制作人 : Scott Bridgeway/Sean Momberger/Sounwave

Heal the helping hand

Your fellow men, oh-oh, my—

Ayy, what?

Look

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

Hm, alright

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They talkin' 'bout nothin', hm

Peekaboo, how'd you put them boogers in my chain?

Peekaboo, eighty pointers like a Kobe game

Peekaboo, 7.62'll make 'em plank

Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smoke my name

Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405

Peekaboo, catch me cacio e pepe him for doin' pasta

Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG live?

Peekaboo, you know my lil' niggas off they rocker

Peekaboo, surprise, b***h, it's that n***a Chuck E. Cheese

Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, b***h, I'm in the streets

Peekaboo, Yeah, it's AzChike, I'm somethin' to sleep

Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet

Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, b***h, my shooter plan

Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hand

Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in it, where her— uh, at

Peekaboo, I'm on yo' top, I'm with Dot, b***h, don't look back

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my b***h

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my b***h

Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit

Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lamb'

Double parkin' all at tens, Mr. Get-Off-On-Yo-Mans

If he hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands

Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like

Bing-bap-boom-boom-boom-bap-bam

The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand

The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand

Big dog business, I would not hold yo' hand

Broke b***h business, I could not be your man

N***r his ass whooped until we open up that can

Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam

Gym freak b***h, I like my MAC touchin' yams

Play the opps all around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off"

Heard what happened to yo' mans, not sorry for your loss

Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to cross

I let yo' boy get a pass, b***h, you lucky he soft, for real

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayy

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayy

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