Karaoké Peekaboo Kendrick Lamar & AzChike

Give a helping hand your fellow men oh man

Ay 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'

Ah they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' mmh ay

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'

Ah they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' mmh

Peekaboo

I just put them boogers in my chain

Peekaboo

Eighty-pointers like a Kobe game

Peekaboo, seven sixty-two's

I'll make 'em plank

Peekaboo, poppin' out you better not smut my name

Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the four 'o five

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

Let me FaceTime my app bitch, I'm up the street yes, it's AZ

I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep

He on the ground, I praise

God and start stompin' feet

I put ten on his face bitch, my shooter playin'

I hit it from the back

I told her move her hand then slide my thumb in where her, uh, at

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'

Ah they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' mmh

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-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 shit 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 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'm a slam

Jam, freak bitch

I like my MAC touchin' yams play that opp shit around me

Imma 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 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'

Ah they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' mmh ay

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'

What they talkin' 'bout they ain't talkin' 'bout they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' mmh

Peekaboo