Peekaboo ft. 30 Lyrics

Peekaboo ft. 30 - Bside

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Trap house mobs

sweep up with a broom not to clean my room

Shell out the tints when I squeeze at you

Hop off the bike, peekaboo

Woosh, show man what this tree trunk do

I was in my cell, doing bang-up

Came out, loaded up nails in the hammer

This ratchet I got in the jammer

But I had a one shotty that was older than my grandma

Fling a corner in the pot when I tapped and it locks

So I'm with Lil D on your block with a dots

(Man's on your block now, haha)

B gang's cut from a different cloth

I make crack with magic in a witch's pot

Had the spin barrel spin like the wild wild west

Ask bro that day, I nearly kwenged his head

They say we only rap about skengs on peds (Why?)

'Cah we really put skengs on pеds

HMP, me and bro shared a bunk bed

Thеn we touched road, shottin' work to the junk heads

Left over there in a hot mess

And we saved one in the head for the stop-checks

Interview 'bout a bootin' it's not my first time

One more GBH gonna be my third strike

But you know I never really paid that any mind

Green light from bro, hoppin' back in the ride

This one bad like Teanna Trump

She would ask 'How high?' if I told her to jump

Buss shots at the opps and they run like Gump

Want war with the B then you must be skunked

(Are you skunked?)

Didn't see none, went back on the next glide

Rear-view mirror, recognise them headlights

Pissed in the whip, bucked into the X5

Might decamp and come back a next time

Told the govs that I needed a razor to shave my beard but you knew it was cap (Cap)

Me and bro took turns on a mash, used toilet paper to cover the flak (The flak)

Friday, Saturday, VR was hopin' and wishin' that bro came through on a visit

Bitch had a pack in her bra and knickers, I was in a cell with my vest and slippers

Pattin' on the duke's keys, keeps bangin' his door

And he slit his wrist, he strung up before

And the pack just landed, need to bag up these 4s

You can tell no clippers to jam up the door

Back on the roads with the dipper for sure

Then I caught me a case, I was livin' on 4

Not new to jail, I been here before

Spent most of my teens in prison and court

Threw in the tings when we step out on free flow

Bro caught a body, next day he went Heathrow

His co-d snitched, didn't stick to the G-code

He would've bussed case if it wasn't for Nino

Had the longest .12, tall like Peter Crouch

We're really outside, you don't leave your house

This one long, swing it round like a gymnast

Chop off the nose, now it fits in a gym bag

This buj here came from Pakistan

And the hand ting I got kick like Jackie Chan

Step with two Gs, don't need baggaman

Wrapped up my face, done it like Taliban

Manbag with the torch, they sting on the trigger, let me give it some foreplay

Asked little bro if he's grippin', he said, "Always"

Always got mine when I step through that doorway

Take a good look, I'm a blatant crook

Jakes want man booked like Bobby and Rowdy

Work in the pot, now the water's cloudy

I gave a few B to a fiend for his house keys

Took that third off, judge tryna bird man

I couldn't be bothered with the hassle at trial

Not guilty plea, bro just got the G

All now he ain't been back in a while