[Verse 1]


(Seesh)
Yellow tape surround the block it was a bloody scene
They said the shooter he had to let off a submachine
Bullets flying N***as dying Mama crying asking god
About my child why my child asking God why my child
40 cal 30 round gun you down run you down
Spin you round hit the ground shoot you while you hit the ground
Sold coke move round whip it in a jelly jar
Pussy you can die first for acting hella hard
Fuck boy You'd be somebody bitch if you was on the yard
Had yo baby mama sucking dick up in my latest foreign
I’mma catch em late night when he creepin with the bitch
N***a killed my patna ima feed his ass the whole clip
Paranoid who peeking in my muthafuckin window bitch
Bitch you tryna set me up you working with them people bitch
Bitch you tryna set me up you fuckin with them suckas bitch

[Chorus]

Who is this peekin through my muthafuckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthafuckin window
My mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Blat blat who peekin through my muthafuckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthafuckin window
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
[Verse 2]

I stand alone in my four corner room loading up bangas
Grippin on stainless shooting at gangstas
Grimey as fuck loading the chopp shooting at opps
Cooking up rocks running from cops
Paranoia who is them n***as I think they watching me
Side bitch telling me her n***a talkin bout poppin me
Pulled up on that n***a he was coming outta Quiznos
Throw a couple shots through his muthafuckin window
(Sheesh) Popped his ass up Popped his ass up
Mama think im tweeking Think im geeking on the angel dust
(Sheesh) Did it broad day cause I don’t give a fuck
Bitch now go pick yo baby daddy up
Popped his ass up Popped his ass up
Mama think im tweeking think I'm geeking on the angel dust
(Sheesh) Did it broad day cause I don’t give a fuck
Bitch now go pick yo baby daddy up

[Chorus]

Who is this peekin through my muthafuckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthafuckin window
My mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Blat blat who peekin through my muthafuckin window
Threw a couple shots through my muthafuckin window
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust
Mama think I'm tweaking she thinking I'm smoking angel dust