Mbek - Peep Game Lyrics

Run up in ya shit even though
We really don't need ya shit

Corey split yo shit bihh
Then my brother run up with that stick

Lil d gone pull up in that whip
Then we pull off quick

Then I hit my bitch at the trap
Said the block was lit Whoo

Calm down nigga count ya cash right
Trap jumping so hard police using spot lights

Playamade Nigga I'm da type who can't get in the club

Label me a thugg so I hit the block and double up

Hold it down 10 toes deep like I'm supposed to
Do

Niggas tried to hit my Stash spot Bitch I had to shoot

We don't gang bang we ain't trying to get no more recruits

Playamade shit we gone only ride for the crew

Get up out the way young nigga we ain't Lil kids

Ran up in ya bitch yeah I know you niggas hate that shit

Yeah I rather fight hoe I don't wanna bust yo shit

Po tried to send me back to jail cause I empty clips

Playamade shit for real
All of my niggas kill

Smoke a bow of kill
Give ya bitch da drill

Mob for lil
We don't never sqweal

Bullets break ya ribs
Just the life we live