Mook TBG - Peeping Out The Window

Peeping out that window
Acting like a bitch some
He won’t come outside wit us
No he can’t catch no vibe wit us
We gone tie his ankles up
We know he ain’t gone slide wit us
Slide slide blat blat slide
Now go pick yo partner up
He talking bout big racks
He must think he me or some
Glock gotta have a switch or some
He must won’t beef a some
I gotta keep my heater on
He say he gone do some to me
Only talk on speaker phones
Wit his lil bitch ass

When we pulled up he wanting home.
They like Mook yo rich ass
How you pull up back-to-back
We bring him a body bag
Niggas keep on talking bout some shit
That we don’t know about
Broke boy I can’t hear you out
I’m back on my Tony now
He mad bout his bitch still
He keep tryna hoe me out
Think I need a refill
I just found my double cup
This that need a mill flow
This that shit can buy this shit
Peeping out that window
I can see all kinda shit
Kick door make em get low
We not jugging counterfeits
Shit get low we take mo
Junkies on some junky shit
I was wit yo bitch a nigga
I heard yo song and that ain’t it
I can take no pic wit you
You kiss that bitch you kiss my

Peeping out that window
Acting like a bitch some
He won’t come outside wit us
No he can’t catch no vibe wit us
We gone tie his ankles up
We know he ain’t gone slide wit us
Slide slide blat blat slide
Now go pick yo partner up
He talking bout big racks
He must think he me or some
Glock gotta have a switch or some
He must won’t beef a some
I gotta keep my heater on
He say he gone do some to me
Only talk on speaker phones
Wit his lil bitch ass

Pockets be on super fat
Srt’s and Hellcats
I got too much for the cash for that
AMG’s and white tees
We can have no strings attached
Off some shit I be
We gone get shooter whack
Trapping we was 19
2-4 they still on my ass
Brand new car I bought it fast
Buy it leave it park home
That’s that shit they not on
This backwoods got me gone gone
Got it on my own own
We go and kill em they never gone know
We got poles and we got loads
Money and power clothes and hoes
I got rich off selling songs
My lil dawg tryna get em gone
Big big racks
in my zone
What you think we grind for
He can’t put his mans on
He can’t be no CEO
Might put him on that tv show

Peeping out that window
Acting like a bitch some
He won’t come outside wit us
No he can’t catch no vibe wit us
We gone tie his ankles up
We know he ain’t gone slide wit us
Slide slide blat blat slide
Now go pick yo partner up
He talking bout big racks
He must think he me or some
Glock gotta have a switch or some
He must won’t beef a some
I gotta keep my heater on
He say he gone do some to me
Only talk on speaker phones
Wit his lil bitch ass

Written by:
Sirod McDaniels

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