peekaboo (Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar/AzChike

Lyrics by：Kendrick Lamar/AzChike

Composed by：Kendrick Lamar/AzChike

Produced by：Bridgeway/Sean Momberger/Sounwave

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 surprisе ***** it's that nigga Chike E. Cheese

Peekaboo let mе FaceTime my opp ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 *****

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey that's my *****

Hey hey hey hey with all that fake ****

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 **** 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-***** business I could not be your man

Never got his a*s whooped until we open up that can

Damn alley-oop me bands I'ma slam

Gym-freak ***** I like my MAC touchin' yams

Play that opp **** 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 ***** 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