Peepin'
[Hook] (4x)
Peepin' in my window
Month of September
Ridin' foreign car in the winter
[Verse 1: Chronic Dro]
Two AM, who's that peepin in my window
Equipped with hollow tip, lead clip in my pencil
Oher rappers traced out with a stencil
We ain't never been no goodie mob, we do wrong
Go around looking like Cheech and Chong
Jack the Ripper when it comes to bongs
James Bond sneaking into lil mamas house
Hand under the blouse, we got a full house
Active motherf**ers, ridin' that dirty south
Nawf side with all that pride in our mouth
Me and Bo show y'all what we about
Counting up big amounts, Swiss and cheese
Plotting on the cheddar, y'all bad like the weather
We certified trend setters, who's better?
Y'all want beef, well I'm tough as leather
Not one place in the world you can call shelter
f** the world, ignorance is my own bliss
Present tense me, but I ain't no gift
Living how we do, doing what we live
Not a single f** I can give
[Hook] (4x)
Peepin' in my window
Month of September
Ridin' foreign car in the winter
[Verse 2: Bo Bundy]
Candy coated fleet wood, that 1989
Fifth wheel poking out, got the seat on recline
I represent my hood got more wood than a lumberjack
6'4 hoping up, like it's doing jumping jacks
Diamonds on my chain, I got them diamonds on my frame
Switching lane to lane while gripping wood grain
Houston Texas, n***a
Yeah you know I'm the realest
Pimp C reincarnated, I'm the f**ing trillest
Told this b**h gimme head, catch no kind of feelings
Can't fall in love hoe, I ain't f**ing with it
Momma always told me don't trust these hoes
Keep it real with your n***as and play your f**ing role
We Ridin' on fo's, avoiding potholes
Ridin' low pros, ridin' through the fo fo
That's that Acres Home all the way to the Mo
My eyes sittin' low cause the hydrocodone
[Hook] (4x)
Peepin' in my window
Month of September
Ridin' foreign car in the winter
[Verse 3: Lukang]
Iced cube Sprite, jolly ranchers up in the actavis
b**hes really love how I get down with the rapping sh**
Ladies y'all know, it ain't no thang
But these n***as they get mad when they mention Lukang
I'm a young up and coming rapper, I could use the publicity
Real a** n***a so you know the bullsh** missing me
People nodding their heads, that means they feelin' me
I'm going hard, I devour all my enemies
Ride a slab is the way of the land
I'm creepin' during rush hour, you can call me Jackie Chan
Got these n***as sweatin', sh** hand on my fan
Yo b**h just turned it up, because she know I'm the man
I got plans n***a, I'm going straight to top
No one hit wonders, hell nah, I ain't gon flop
I'm a keep doing my thing, while you haters hoping I'm not
So sit back, relax, and watch me count these fat a** knots
[Hook] (4x)
Peepin' in my window
Month of September
Ridin' foreign car in the winter