Give a helping hand To your fellow men, oh-oh, my- A'ight, 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, a'ight
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, 80 pointers like a Kobe game Peekaboo, 7.62's, I'll make 'em plank Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smoke 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, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga Chuck E. Cheese Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm in the streets 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, bitch, my shooter plan Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hand Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in it, where her ugh at Peekaboo, I'm on your top, I'm with Dot, bitch, 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 bitch Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Pull off in a Lamb' Double parkin' all at Tam's, Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-Bands 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-bap-boom-boom-boom-bap-bam" The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand Big dawg business, I would not hold your hand
Broke bitch business, I could not be your man Never got his ass whooped until we open up that can Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam Gym freak, bitch, I like my MAC touchin' yams Play that opps shit 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 cross I let your boy get a pass, bitch, 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, a'ight
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
