peekaboo

Kendrick Lamar

Give a helping hand
To your fellow men, 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 ain t talkin bout nothin
Huh? They ain t talkin bout nothin
Hm, ayy
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 ain t talkin bout nothin
Huh? They ain t talkin bout nothin , hm

Peekaboo
I just put them boogers in my chain
Peekaboo
eighty-pointers like a Kobe game
Peekaboo
7.62s ll make em plank
Peekaboo, poppin out, you better not smut my name
Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405
Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I m doin pasta
Peekaboo
Why you actin tough on IG Live?
Peekaboo, you know my lil niggas off they rocker

Peekaboo, surpris?, bitch
it s that nigga Chuck E. Cheese
Peekaboo, let me Fac?Time
my opp, bitch, I m up the street
Peekaboo, yeah, it s AZ, I m puttin somethin to sleep
Peekaboo, he on the ground
I praise God and start stompin feet
Peekaboo, I put ten on his face
bitch, my shooter playin
Peekaboo, I hit it from the back
I told her move her hands
Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in it where her, uh, at
Peekaboo, I m on your top
I m with Dot, bitch, 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 ain t talkin bout nothin
Huh? They ain t talkin bout nothin , hm

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that s my bitch
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that s my bitch
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 Lam
Double-park it all at Tam s
Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-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-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-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 your hand

Broke-bitch business, I could not be your man
Never got his ass whooped until we opened up that can
Damn, alley-oop me bands, I ma slam, jam
Freak bitch, I like my MAC touchin yams
Play that opp shit around me
I ma tell you, Turn it off
Heard what happened to your mans
Not sorry for your loss
Should ve prayed before them shooters came
and nailed him to the cross
I let your boy get a pass, bitch
you lucky he soft, for real

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 ain t talkin bout nothin
Huh? They ain t talkin bout nothin , hm, ayy
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 ain t talkin bout nothin
Huh? They ain t talkin bout nothin , hm

Peekaboo