That man is back home, y'all Dame D.O.L.L.A Wynne Peekaboo Peekaboo, eat the chicken like I'm Gus Fring Peekaboo, 70 pointer like a Dame game Peekaboo, all he do is hum "What's my name?" Peekaboo, if you acting corny you a lame Yeah, huh, and I stand on it, no Jennifer The body's tea but I'm dressed like Adam Sandler And if they try to cross my circle like diameter I hang your whole career from the ceiling like a chandelier Uh, yeah, my coochie's all that for real I put a M on my box like a Happy Meal Hop on top and ride it, got him telling Jesus grab the wheel Got so many nah's, I can probably drop a Mass Appeal They call me Ja Morant, I get the dick vacuum sealed Faking for the 'gram, they should get you in the Actor's Guild I hit the lotto, find me ripping out the plastic film Got me crunching numbers, now my bills got abs of steel What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? Hey Wynne, say Wynne, all about my paper Biggest in the city, you can see us from Tabor Salt & Straw they surprised by my flavor Funk Flex about to drop a bomb on 'em like Jaeger Mick Jagger, baby, this is rock and roll Drop it off, stop and roll The comma's non-negotiable I knock you off the totem pole I can't talk, I lock and load I been hopping on the road In the Polestar with my man I'm looking bad as Al Capone Fuck this, all my homies furloughed We gotta organised, huh, where the Virgos? At the Lamb truck, I'm not talkin' 'bout a Urus Talkin' euros, white sauce and it's drippin', Joe Burrow Dolla Mission getting to the paper, never question that Everything to everyone, I'm wearing hella hats Wheels up, another country where I'm landing at Sucker shit and thirsty bitches, we abandon that Yeah, ayy, pull up like the president Probably think you entering the city at my residence Late bloomer type, I ain't had shit up on my lettermens But now I got a M for every nigga I was better than Quiet nigga, I be tryna keep my mouth shut We in the age where niggas speak to get their clout up Ten out of ten, I know their kind ain't about none' I swear to God you try to press me, I'ma route somethin' It's in my blood to keep it real, you better know that Can't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, get your ho snatched The way I'm living I bet she won't ever go back, yeah I run with niggas put a tag right where your toe at Obsessed with winning, if I get it then we got it, I'ma bless the village I'ma still keep it solid, living next to privilege What you see is really me, don't try to test the image I don't flex for gymnasts, nigga Ayy, bae, I'm just a different caliber I'm from where they love the tree like Mary Katherine Gallagher Now I'm in the Bentley but I used to want a Challenger The way I be in private be the same in the camera Drop to my knees and said a prayer Blessings on my kids and any nigga tryna play with us I just run my race, they tried to hate and then they ate the dust The grace I get is tailored by the savior 'cause he favored us You feel me? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about? What are they talkin' about?