Peacocking ft. Jaye Lee Lyrics

Aye slam a 30, six bitches fuck up the whole game

Aye niggas wondering how

You know what I'm saying

Wondering how i get 6 bitches

Ya know, peacock a lil bit

Ya know what I'm saying

Throw some jewelry on

Get a lil, you know hot fit off

Take my shirt off show my six pack

You know what I'm saying, Peacock

Peacocking

Sliding money up my arm

Don't give a fuck if you niggas feel some type of way

He was the man

But that shit was short lived

I'm here now

So I guess he feel some type of way

This shit too easy with these breezys

I fucked his main squeezy

Yea I know he feel some type of way

But honestly I'm finna take my belt off

Cause I don't know who gave these niggas permission

To feel some type of way

I got 3 hand guns

Grim Reaper, Billy and Mandy

But this ain't no cartoon, You'll really die

Don't get fancy

I get antsy

Couple thousand in my pants see

Kill them off

We don't got time for necromancy

Why you mad at me

50 gallon Glad bag em

Stop tryna stop the fight

Nigga let me have at em

Ima jab at em

He's a crash dummy

Knock his teeth out

Leave his whole mouth gummy

And if I ever take an L ima pick up

But on the real I can never see me taking one

Nigga i turn it up

And I ain't fucking with this bitch if she a runner up

I need a bitch that knuckle up

Cause if you see that nigga bitch you got to fuck her up

Nigga I'm 1 of 1

And yeah i had to take yo bitch

Nigga she 1 of 1

Peacocking

Sliding money up my arm

Don't give a fuck If you niggas feel some type of way

He was the man

But that shit was short lived

I'm here now

So I guess he feel some type of way

This shit too easy with these breezy

I fucked his main squeezy

Yea I know he feel some type of way

But honestly I finna take my belt off

Cause idk who gave these niggas permission

To feel some type of way

Ahh I feel some type of way

Bitch got bands for me

Yea I need that right away

This that get it out yo ass bitch type of day

Oh you ain't got my bread

We finna fight today

Niggas got a issue

Yea nigga what's goodie

I'm all about my blues

Yea I feel just like I'm Tookie

Yea you know I ain't a rookie I got fullies for these bullies

Put a nigga on shirt and put his Patna on a hoodie

I know niggas ain't feelin me

Only reason why we enemies

His bitches into me my stunting be offending em

Nigga and my bitch light brown like she Hennessy

Don't ever hit me with that blood or cuh if you ain't kin to me

Swag like Obama but they treat me like a Kennedy

10 toes down times times 10 like a centipede

Nigga youzza bitch nigga with some bitch tendencies

And word to Brandyn Johnson yea bitch shit I'm Him-athy

Peacocking

Sliding money up my arm

Don't give a fuck If you niggas feel some type of way

He was the man

But that shit was short lived

Im here now

So I guess he feel some type of way

This shit too easy with these breezys

I fucked his main squeezey

Yea I know he feel some type of way

But honestly i finna take my belt off

Cause idk who gave these niggas permission

To feel some type of way