Peakin

Yuh 3 O I aint peakin and ion needa be She get on her hands and knees and then she free to leave Im like welcome to the club like its a need it beat She hit me right bike like she needed D I ain't peakin (peakin) Swerve bend that corner now I'm tweaking I don't need a legend, got a dime like Teigen (Tiegen) Florida boy, but my neck freezing You gon' hear about me if I'm breathing They want a street record, know I got that Been fucking bad hoes since before rap I lost him on the road, now he need a map I'm steady making plays, Tony Toe Tap Making plays like I'm in the league Told my shorty just sit back and chill, cause Dada making cheese Know I'm coming home to that Megan Good But I think I need that Megan Hood Sticky fingers, I've been counting up the cheddar all night Lactose, but I had to get that Phantom all white Pretty face, give me front, no bike Have your bitch favorite song I juh might Icey What's on my neck pricey I'm too locked in, that's why they don't like me When I sign that record deal, don't write me I'ma let that tool talk, don't fight me They only see me once, got it all in cash Shorty begging me to money spread up on that ass She know there a lot that go around, that's facts He threw a couple racks in there, yeah that's cap Gotta get it out the mud, ain't no other way I make hits on top of hits, it's just another day Gotta bump that G Peric, I ain't even from L.A. Only time I'm in the bike is in the May, bitch Only time I'm in the bike is in the May, bitch Only time I'm in the bike is in the May, bitch Only time I'm in the bike is in the May, bitch Only time I'm in the bike is in the Shorty make her own money, got a tummy tuck Every day I'm on I-95, just cutting up Jumping cause he at the top, don't mean that sum up He believe in God, I believe I'ma run it up Cook him 350, finger on itchy I'ma run up a milli, and get a Richie Tell 'em bring it cash, have my brothers count it with me Big 26 in the whip, yeah I'm shifty They see it going up, now my phone rang Top down on my shit with the whole gang Ready know I'm talking shit with a gold chain G-Fazos on my feet look like cocaine Line up, go dumb, them hoes all pro She Cirque Du Soleil on that pole She gon' do anything for some dough She gon' keep doing her thing till I'm sold And that bank tell her know me by my first name Shorty call me Kirko cause my shit bang She a runner just like Usain Diamonds hit like a mode ring Why would they feed you if you're ready to ate Lately they been telling me I'm getting skinny Bitch, I need a plate I been locked inside the booth just working on a tape Baby, come f*ck with a winner 'fore it's too late Pillow Tempur-Pedic, know you like that Nails, hair done, she don't fight back I got that pressure, but they running like a four-flat Bitch, I'm next up and these motherfuckers know that on gang Shawty make her own money, got her tummy tucked Every day I'm on I-95 just cutting up Just because he's at the top, don't mean that something up He believe in God, I believe I'ma run it up