Peephole - Bodega Bamz

Hugging on this Hennesey

Heard two knocks on the do'

Looking through the peephole

Loaded up my fo' fo'

It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'

I told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»

Whoa oh

I could smell a set up from a mile away

Looking for a come up, they gon' die today

Table, spread the money every kind of way

Fuck my bitch in the open, never mind the shades

Never mind the yay that’s in front of you

Enough work, I can chill for a month or two

Enough bricks, I can build for a month or two

The youth wild, they gon' steal from they mother too

So many times committing crimes, I learned a lot

Earned a spot, built armies before I burnt the block

I grew my crop coming out of left field

Before they take mines, I’ma kill, believe me

Hugging on this Hennesey

Heard two knocks on the do'

Looking through the peephole

Loaded up my fo' fo'

It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'

I told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Never been afraid of a nigga that breath the same H2O as me

Toe to toe with me?

Cut the foot off a nigga tryin' to run game

I ain’t with the BS

Cartier frames, bubble lights and the DS

Félix, King, pitcher like I’m from Seattle

Tryin' to win the war, lose a couple battles

Gained a couple scars, shed a tear in a blood bucket

Attitude: «Fuck it,» ‘cause these motherfuckers love it

Hugging on this Hennesey

Heard two knocks on the do'

Looking through the peephole

Loaded up my fo' fo'

It’s a face I’ve never seen befo'

Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»

Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»

Told my bitches in the crib, «Keep it low»

Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)

Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)

Whoa oh (Ready for whatever, let 'em have it)

Whoa oh