Peepin' in my Window

Who's that peepin' in my window

Pistol for protection, better get low

Ran my cake up off a kick dough

Blowin' money fast, what you think I hit the lick for

Who's that peepin' in my window

Pixtol for protection, better get low

Ran my cake up off a kick dough

Blowin' money fast, what you think I hit the lick for

I'm too cool for school, so I skip class

Every time I played hooky, that's a big bag

Your bitch rubber necking, gave her whiplash

I made cash slangin' lab, made slim fast

Kick back for ya ribs cracked

Posse full of real cats, you's a field rack

I'm gutta made so the fake, I don't feel that

You rubber-maid plastic so your the top, gettin' peeled back