Wynne Peekaboo
[Intro]
That man is back home, y'all
Dame D.O.L.L.A
Wynne
Peekaboo
[Verse 1: Wynne]
Peekaboo, eat the chicken like I'm Gus Fring
Peekaboo, 70 pointer like a Dame game
Peekaboo, all he do is hum "What's my name?"
Peekaboo, if you acting corny you a lame
Yeah, huh, and I stand on it, no Jennifer
The body's tea but I'm dressed like Adam Sandler
And if they try to cross my circle like diameter
I hang your whole career from the ceiling like a chandelier
Uh, yeah, my coochie's all that for real
I put a M on my box like a Happy Meal
Hop on top and ride it, got him telling Jesus grab thе wheel
Got so many nah's, I can probably drop a Mass Appeal
They call me Ja Morant, I gеt the dick vacuum sealed
Faking for the 'gram, they should get you in the Actor's Guild
I hit the lotto, find me ripping out the plastic film
Got me crunching numbers, now my bills got abs of steel
[Hook: Wynne]
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
[Verse 2: Wynne]
Hey Wynne, say Wynne, all about my paper
Biggest in the city, you can see us from Tabor
Salt & Straw they surprised by my flavor
Funk Flex about to drop a bomb on 'em like Jaeger
Mick Jagger, baby, this is rock and roll
Drop it off, stop and roll
The comma's non-negotiable
I knock you off the totem pole
I can't talk, I lock and load
I been hopping on the road
In the Polestar with my man
I'm looking bad as Al Capone
Fuck this, all my homies furloughed
We gotta organised, huh, where the Virgos?
At the Lamb truck, I'm not talkin' 'bout a Urus
Talkin' euros, white sauce and it's drippin', Joe Burrow
[Verse 3: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
Dolla
Mission getting to the paper, never question that
Everything to everyone, I'm wearing hella hats
Wheels up, another country where I'm landing at
Sucker shit and thirsty bitches, we abandon that
Yeah, ayy, pull up like the president
Probably think you entering the city at my residence
Late bloomer type, I ain't had shit up on my lettermens
But now I got a M for every nigga I was better than
Quiet nigga, I be tryna keep my mouth shut
We in the age where niggas speak to get their clout up
Ten out of ten, I know their kind ain't about none'
I swear to God you try to press me, I'ma route somethin'
It's in my blood to keep it real, you better know that
Can't give a f..ck 'bout how you feel, get your ho snatched
The way I'm living I bet she won't ever go back, yeah
I run with niggas put a tag right where your toe at
Obsessed with winning, if I get it then we got it, I'ma bless the village
I'ma still keep it solid, living next to privilege
What you see is really me, don't try to test the image
I don't flex for gymnasts, nigga
Ayy, bae, I'm just a different caliber
I'm from where they love the tree like Mary Katherine Gallagher
Now I'm in the Bentley but I used to want a Challenger
The way I be in private be the same in the camera
Drop to my knees and said a prayer
Blessings on my kids and any nigga tryna play with us
I just run my race, they tried to hate and then they ate the dust
The grace I get is tailored by the savior 'cause he favored us
You feel me?
[Hook: Wynne]
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
What are they talkin' about?
