SK asked for a ban on certain actions for Roizman

The Investigative Committee asked the court in Yekaterinburg to appoint a ban on certain actions for Yevgeny Roizman. Roizman was detained in the case of discrediting the army, the article provides for up to three years in prison. The case was opened in Moscow, but a measure of restraint will be chosen in Yekaterinburg 26/756614164950263.jpeg” alt=”The UK asked for a ban on certain actions for Roizman” />

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The investigation asks for a preventive measure for the ex-mayor of Yekaterinburg, Yevgeny Roizman, in the form of a ban on certain actions, RBC reported in the press service of the Verkh-Isetsky District Court.

“A petition was received from the senior investigator of the 3rd department of the investigative unit for the city of Moscow in relation to Roizman to prohibit certain actions”,— said the press service.

The court session will be held at 16:00 (14:00 Moscow time).

The case against Roizman was opened under Part 1 of Art. 280.3 of the Criminal Code (public actions aimed at discrediting the use of the Russian Armed Forces), it faces up to three years in prison. As lawyer Pavel Chikov explained in the Telegram channel, this is a repeated discrediting of the army by a person previously brought to administrative responsibility under Article 20.3.3 of the Code of Administrative Offenses. Previously, Roizman had several fines under this article.

According to Chikov, a crime under Part 1 of Art. 280.3 of the Criminal Code belongs to the category of minor gravity and a measure of restraint in the form of detention is chosen only in exceptional cases. The ban on certain actions that the UK has requested for the ex-mayor may include a different set of measures, usually a ban on using the Internet and telephone, as well as leaving the home at certain hours.

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“At the same time, a person who has committed a crime of little gravity for the first time cannot be sentenced to imprisonment. Roizman is considered not legally convicted, — the lawyer explained.

Roizman was detained the previous morning in his apartment in Yekaterinburg, searches were carried out there, the security forces took out the equipment. The ex-mayor told reporters from the apartment window that the case had been opened in Moscow. Later, his lawyer Vladislav Idamzhapov clarified that the politician would not be brought to the capital for investigative actions, he would be subject to a preventive measure in Yekaterinburg.

Roizman was the mayor of Yekaterinburg from 2013 to 2018. In April 2018, five months before his term as mayor expired, Governor Yevgeny Kuyvashev canceled the direct election of the mayor. Roizman said the bill was directed “specifically against him.” In May of the same year, he resigned from his post due to the abolition of direct elections.

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wifisfuneral – Split Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
SK

[Chorus]
When I’m up in these streets I can’t let no shit slide
They talkin’ down on my gang, it’s somethin’ I don’t advise
If I crack a seal, pop a pill, then I catch a damn vibe
I barely seen all my dogs, droppin’ like dead flies
Man, I’m dirty dancin’ with pole, what I don’t win
Mama told me get out that water, know that I don’t swim
And I play for keeps, ain’t for the weak, I’m on my own shit
And I’m tryna fuck a yellowbone and make the dome split

[Verse]
I just bought a Audemar Piguet, I’m a rich nigga lately
Wool tips in the shot, we hittin’ them thots, come fuck with baby
I was runnin’ that back, servin’ out them Xans, the whole block hate me
Come see my life, no HD, they was bitin’ on me, no rabies
I done put that ‘Tech inside of my Sprite now, I see red inside of my eye
Gotta thick redbone and thunder thigh, this street shit left me traumatized
Know that she want me to claim, but I gotta make sure that it’s bonafide
I don’t see no goddamn rings and no last name so I don’t come with a tie

[Chorus]
When I’m up in these streets I can’t let no shit slide
They talkin’ down on my gang, it’s somethin’ I don’t advise
If I crack a seal, pop a pill, then I catch a damn vibe
I barely seen all my dogs, droppin’ like dead flies
Man, I’m dirty dancin’ with pole, what I don’t win
Mama told me get out that water, know that I don’t swim
And I play for keeps, ain’t for the weak, I’m on my own shit
And I’m tryna fuck a yellowbone and make the dome split

Skepta – Bullet from a Gun Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Big smoke
SK level
Greaze!
Listen

[Chorus]
Like a bullet from a gun it burns
When you realise she was never your girl
It was just your turn
You got to face your demons, don’t matter how much money you earn
Your niggas said 4L, but the shit got real and you weren’t concerned
The same old story, the world spins round and round fam
Lessons have to get learned

[Verse]
Truth has to be told, I don’t bend I don’t fold
I lost count how many we sold
I went silver, I went gold
Then I went platinum so what’s next?
Supermodels tryna sex, sending nudes on the text
Can’t believe I used to be vex
See it’s too easy to write a sad song about how my dad raise me
‘Cause I’m looking in the mirror and my dad made me
A real top boy I just can’t play the victim
Been living my life as a kingpin
I’m calm with the heat in the kitchen
I was a young boy mum told me what my name really means
And the power just kicked in
I found my way home then I saw my granddad’s name on the gravestone, the same as mine
Already dead, nothing to fear, I been here from time
Chief SK sipping on palm wine
Everyday I laugh ’cause these niggas online
Another one, here today, gone tomorrow
Dick riding for some likes and a follow
Putting the work that’s all you need to buss
Shoutout Lancey, Headie, and J Hus
Shout 67, oh you see them with us
We was on tour, bare weed on the bus
Feds outside, the bus gotta push to the next city, gotta rush
Big plans getting discussed, so freedom is a must
Fuck the police, tell em’ eat my dust
‘Cause still it ain’t safe, not even in a world full of cops
I got bored of asking when is this hurt gonna stop
We don’t want to conversate or confirm with the opps
It is what it is
Recently I’ve been learning a lot
All I know is there’s no better feeling, than getting home and seeing my little girl in the cot, so
This year we’re done talking, forget the bagga chat, it’s just action
Man are trolling to get a reaction
Everyday it’s another distraction
Gotta fight temptation, can’t get lost in the sauce
Have I got a heart, yeah, of course
But I had to put my feelings on pause

[Chorus]
‘Cause like a bullet from a gun it burns
When you realise she was never your girl
It was just your turn
You got to face your demons, don’t matter how much money you earn
Your niggas said 4L, but the shit got real and you weren’t concerned
The same old story, the world spins round and round fam
Lessons have to get learned

[Outro]
Planet Earth

Young Thug – Paper Terminator Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Guwop and Meechie (say it)
Free them, real legends (yeah)
They took care of the streets
I know they gon’ go to heaven (uhh)
We got London on da track
You wouldn’t think they locked up
The way that they steady blessin’ (oh)
I’ma give them some (oh)
And I’m gon’ ice out both they necklaces (oh)

[Chorus 1]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
I know some Haitians, they say “Sak Pase,” they hyenas (sak pase!)
I know some niggas cut like chefs and they cook Justin Bieber (oh)
I feel like Farrakhan, I want some justice for them people (hey)
Catch up like mustard, DJ Mustard (woah)
If a nigga play with Thugger, repercussion (woah, blatt!)
Got racks up to 87, he’d have leased the Lexus (skrrrr)
2020, Kanye just might win the elections

[Verse 1]
I hope he win & shit!
I’ma win a necklace (Thugger)
I’ma fuck your bestie (hee)
We illegal weapons (woah)
All my niggas treacherous (swea, swea)
Hey! Goin’ out like Elvis Presley (yeah)
I’m already legend (oh)
I’m already rested
Ice on arm, look like a Rollie (oh)
I’ll hit that Ginobili (oh)
Rollie Pollie Ollie (oh)
Remind her of the old me (yeah)
Remind that she gotta fuck my slime
My bro and woadie (sheesh)
You don’t live if you owe me (swea)
Wallet chain like some goldies (ice, bling)
Bitch, you old wiggin’ (cash)
I’ve been told to step it up
She on that old shit (cash)
AP flooded, one of one
And I’m not even sure this it (cash!)
If you fucked her, then she caught it
Yeah, you owe the bitch (brrrrt)
Player, we on OG shit (pimp, chuch!)
Hun-hunnid thousand come on notices (racks, hunna!)
I-I’m a beast, I know I’m Willie B (ahh!)
Hunnid thousand spent and I didn’t notice it
Hey!

[Chorus 2]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
Went got that paper, stacked it up, now I don’t gotta scheme (nah)
We in the kitchen cookin’ up, this ain’t no pot of beans (nah, woo)
Got off my ass, went got that bag, now I supply the team (swea)
Now I’m like mustard, ketchup, mustard (hey)
I’m like “baby, make me nut, or repercussion” (hey)
Put duck sauce and gravy on my racks, they like “okay” (hey)
Found out I fucked his hoe, now he calling me gay (what?)

[Verse 2]
I’m a shot-caller (caller, pots!)
I’m smokin’ gas and that’s that mud (ah, ah)
I’ma put that thumb right in her butt (woah, get it)
My lil girl want me to blow some racks on her (so what you did?)
I had to do it, I had to do it (woo, woo, woo)
She ain’t fuckin’ you like she should (woo, woo, woo)
She pulled up so fresh, and now they like ain’t (woo, woo, woo)
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, I wanna do it (brrrrrrrrtttt)
I put them trees on your head, I wish you wood (wish you would)
I was lookin’ at them Raris yesterday (skrt skrt)
Thinkin’ like two years ago, I got my cars from Chevrolet (swea)
AK-K-K-K-K-K-K (grah! brrr)
SK knock you to the moon, that’s my best day (yah, graw! brrr)
Nigga invasive (sheesh)
We don’t crab, we gon’ go and let the rest play (yeah)
I-I-I’m a bossa! B-O-S-S-A
Who you be? I can’t see
Sportsmanship, you can’t dee
Choppa E, J-E (what?)
Bitch, F-F
1500, Cash Money
All hunnas, watch your step
I will never stop ’til death
We gon’ dab in Molly deal
Hire me a lobster chef
No-no-no, no stoppin’ him! (no)

Smokepurpp – Watching Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I just bought a Patek for the 80, i’m a flex
Gave a Rollie to my dog, i said fuck it, let him have it
They don’t really want this smoke, and my niggas with that static
With that SK you get poked, and it’s semi-automatic

[Verse 2]

Yeah ou
Yeah i’m really with that static (uh)
Know i keep a Glock, and that bitch ain’t never jammin’ (lil purpp, yeah)
Yeah, yeah we really with that static (static, uh)
Leave them in the bushes like we tannin’ (du du du du, yeah)
Boy i feel just like a martian (yeah)
I-I just parked a Lambo where they told me not to park it (huh?)
Half a million on my neck i got it tatted, i’m a tiger (benjis, benjis)
I just opened up the cookie and it smell like i just farted

[Verse 3]

I just hopped up in the six-speed (six-speed)
I’m movin’ at light speed (light speed, uh)
Movin’ like Usain Bolt through all night, B (uh, uh uh)
Came up like an Icee (icee)
Stare too long and you might catch a brain freeze (uh)

Fuck a million, i need like 200 orders
Fuck a Ruger, we get Dracos in by the load (du du)
Fuck security, i still came in with my pole (du, pole)
Still came in with my hoes
In the back of the club, and i’m still gettin’ throat
We-we we get real slimy, we come in, wipe ya nose (ph, uh)
Yeah, We come in, real throat (ph, uh)
I can’t tell you what happened 10 minutes ago

I’m off the lean and Benzos

[Chorus]

Know they watchin’ me real close (yaa-ah)

I don’t feel the need to go outside anymo’ (yaa-ahh)

Know they watchin’ me really close
I don’t feel the need to go outside anymo’ (yaa-ahh)

Know they watchin’ me really close
I don’t feel the need to go outside anymo’ (yaa-ahh)

Know they watchin’ me really close

A$AP Rocky – Gunz N Butter Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Swingin’ by the tires leave a third degree
And I heard theres bouncin’ niggas hatin’ wanna murder me
They gon’ have to take me straight to Satan cause’ I’m blessin’ this
I fell the stress, I feel no stress
I built this trust
They won’t come murder me
Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Mama warned me pop was on me
Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)
Get get gettin’ guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty
Bounce your jaw for plottin’ on me
Hot bologna grits with
Problems copper hoppin’ on me
Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)
God was for me locks was on me
Blew up ever since then (okay okay)
Grew up ever since then
Screwed up ever since then
Do-ups up ever since then
(Kill ’em Flacko)
Nah big homie
[?]
Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)
All these niggas pockets homie
Chopper let ’em live
I was only six when I crept up in the crip
Found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)
Cock it homie
Now its in my pocket homie
R-Rock it homie
Dare you nigga t-try try me homie
For the love of spread
I’mma butter bread
Man I prolly should be dead
Was it ’cause of what I said?
What I

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Uzi, FN, Ruger, Draco
Euros, Pounds and Dollars, Pesos
Money, hoes and power, Draco
Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco

[Sample: Project Pat]
Now can’t a nigga see I ain’t got no time for games
I’m on this Hennessey and I’m quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck that one of my young niggas ’ill take tha charge
I’m stackin’ loot muthafuck lookin’ behind some bars

[Interlude: Hector Delgado]
Rocky Rocky
Hold on one second bro
Ha Rocky, it’s Hector bro
Rocky this is Hector bro
We gotta hold on one second bro
Theres an issue goin’ on back here

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Rambo was a cathy
And mama was a christian
My papa turned to muslim when he spent some time in prison
(no cappin’)
No Jehova’s witnesses but I’m from kinda different
They don’t leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business
These days I just practice all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or you’re gonna be the victim

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
So get up off my YKK
The president a a-hole (Fuck off)
Prayin’ for a JFK
All we got was KKK
AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart
Then it’s a-ok
Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state
Say your grace you better pray

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter
Guns for my brother
Came from the gutter
Cocaine in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter
Play undercover
Paint in the hummer
Skate wit’ your mother

[Refrain: Project Pat]
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain

[Outro]
What’s really butter?
The gun or the putter?
You hear me?
You understand what I’m sayin’?
What’s really butter?
What’s really butter?
What’s really butter?
Guns [?] get that butter

BlocBoy JB – Prod By BlocBoy Lyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah, check it (word)
Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it
(Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah)
Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word)

[Verse]
These niggas after me
I got them shooters on balconies
I’m gettin’ head from a bitch and she Japanese (word)
Niggas they talkin’, I’m loadin’ and clappin’ these
Loadin’ and clappin’ these pistols (pistols)
You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter)
Really you an automatic misser
Fuck it, I’ma automatic get you (huh?)
Smack a nigga ass with the pistol (pistol)
Pop a nigga ass like a pimple (a pimple)
Store-store-store run, get the gun (store run)
Up the Tommy, take his funds (he gone)
Take the hundreds leave the ones
For the strippers nigga (for the strippers)
I got an SK with a shank, that’s the tipper nigga (that’s the tipper)
Beat a nigga, sweep a nigga
We don’t need them niggas (fuck ’em)
I don’t think you niggas ’bout nothin’ (word)
When I see you in the street (huh?), you ain’t even got a gun
Askin’ niggas for money (word), nigga you ain’t got no funds
You know I do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah)
But I don’t smoke no pom-poms
Run up, get done up (word)
My clip is so heavy, I can’t hold my arm up (my arm up)
Y’all niggas faker than warmups (warmups)
I got the bread like a farmer (I-I-I-I)
Shoot like I’m Mario Chalmers (Chalmers)
Workin’ my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin’ them corn
You dancin’, we pull up with guns, I’m 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got my hitters in the front like a radiator
Using big words so you know they annihilate you
I’m in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I got all flavors
Bring that shit back, no turntable
Multiply that like times tables
We ain’t got time for that
If you really want a crease, use the iron for that
Now a nigga need a piece of his spinal back
In a line of MAC’s
Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that
If it’s an altercation, nigga we use nines for that
We don’t do conversations, baby we don’t got time for that
We ain’t got time for that, we ain’t got time for that

[Outro]
(Hey, wait)
We gon’ do the ad-libs
(Hey, wait)
Tay, told ’em go’n do the ad-libs
Klay, I got your bitch callin’ me a, bae
And I really don’t know what to, say
I want her head like some motherfuckin’ braids
And you know I’m finna, ayy, ayy, ayy
And I made this beat, ayy
Got your bitch and she in the sheets, ayy
And we turnt up in the studio
Track nation, yeah we live in this fuckin’ ho
I got your bitch, she tryna book me for a fuckin’ show
She gon’ make you pay for it, and you already know
Bitch, I’m live
Like Channel Five
I just put ’bout a three five
In a blunt, now I’m so fuckin’ high
To the sky though
Nigga askin’ me these questions, I’m like why though?
And my niggas got that money standing five four
My money standing six four, I’m in a six four with the loads
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch

Kodak Black – Up Late Lyrics

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga [?], hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the [?]
If I give you somethin’], nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black (Young Thug)]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m [?]
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
[?], I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
[?], nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ [?]
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna [?]
Yeah, but let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, [?]
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

Ethereal – Watch Me Do It (Mankind Album)

[Verse 1]
Off the top of cage, they like boy he ’bout to do it
Dressed like a black mage, better hope that I don’t use it
Fully loaded, fully load, Easy, Easy really really out here totting
Easy might shoot out in open, yeah
Losing my noodles, but I’m so focused
Mankind in the flesh
Do it for the people shooting at the steeple
Niggas think I’m sleep, but I ain’t really sleeping
I’m just waiting on the perfect time to freak it, yeah
My eyes stay so open, I can’t even sleep I just stay smoking
AR was in my closet it was nice I had wanted to go and just make deposits
‘Member 08’ riding, doing stupid shit , shooting out the coupe
Now I’m boys to men, but I still go put a skittle through his roof
Wash away all my sins, I ain’t really shit but you know I’m the truth
Easy pull up rip space time, smoke coming out the boot
Particle smasher swag, Mr.[?], open doors your arms can’t
Flexing at your own weight, nigga worry ’bout me
Huh ain’t that car late
SK with a blade on it, red coat tell ’em Easy coming
Niggas just can’t understand how a nigga like ain’t never ever ever fronting nigga

[Hook]
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it

[Verse 2]
Doing doughnuts on the stage
They like hat the fuck he doing
Smile on my face, but I’m about to fucking lose it
It’s Mr.Blacklegs got cha chick
Ask her where he bag is
I musta’ missed practice
I was too busy stretched out relaxing
Every time I hit the club
Strap on me like a stud
Pulled up real clean
[?] like Billie Jean
I been patient putting niggas cases in a year
Maybe they might even make it, but its too late, cause I’m not waiting
Man I’m hot, I’m blazing
Damn I think i’m on fire nigga
I’ma killer for hire nigga
I might retire nigga
You just a liar nigga
I’m just trying to get this money to make change like a cashier
You want that swag goddamn lil’ homie catch up that was last year
Gotta take a rain check
I was smoking on train wreck
Stretch that money like blank checks
All these haters out here stay vex
Cause young Easy getting pay checks
Money on the way, say less
Rapper step up, I say next
I ain’t do it if you wanna know
Watch young Easy steal the show

[Hook]
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it

Lil Yachty – Peek A Boo (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ricky Racks
Peek-a-boo, woo!
Peek-a-boo

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
Lil Boat
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot
On his nose like Rudolph
Pull up to the scene, all white with the roof off
Take that lil’ bitch to the Ruth Chris
Fuck her, then fuck on her sister, I’m ruthless
Chill on the 6 when I’m fuckin’ on poochie
That bitch was ugly, but pussy on smoothie (wet)
Play with that kitty like hello
Took a step back then I bust it, I bust it, I bust it like Melo
Aiming at you and your fellows
My new bitch yellow
She blow that dick like a cello
Fuck it, then send that bitch home on the metro
Ooh, young nigga fly like a pigeon
Versace frames, they be hidin’ my vision
Make sure all my niggas eat, that’s the mission
Emotion, I’ma go get it, go get it, I got it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 2: Offset]
Open your eyes, bitch you see all this money
Made that lil’ bitch tape a brick to her stomach
You not the gang, we don’t kick it or punt it
Just bought the Wraith and I ride it tectonic
Look at the numbers, mechanics ain’t frontin’
I came from the limp, went to jail, I got punished, ooh
Pull in the 4, Freddy Kreuger, wow
My niggas’ tongue barracuda
You cappin’, I came from trappin’
I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!)
Mama couldn’t tell me shit, where was my daddy? (Mom)
Look at my Patek, I’m flexin’, I’m petty (I’m petty)
I fucked the pussy the first time I met it
Won’t give you no credit, yeah, ate it, spaghetti
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machete
Married the money, the bitch wasn’t ready, uh, uh

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 3: Quavo]
New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah
White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17
Ice, ice, came out the machine, ice, came out the machine
Ice, baby
Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK, hunting gun, all machines, brrrt
Yeah, hey, pull up on the side of ’em, skrrt
Let the clip ride on ’em
Ayy, fuck 12, open fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Open up fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Yeah, don’t tuck in my chain (nah)
I’m with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Got them showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleep, these niggas in pain, hey

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Left wrist, right is the Patek Philippe
Bad white bitch with a fatty, unique
Smokin’ on cookies from granny, trees
Pocket rocket, go go gadget, go go
Make a play, Madden, John
I know it was some speculation ’bout who the one
But we invented the dabbin’ (dab)
Fuck it, we just let ’em have it (have it)
Draco for niggas with static (brrt, static)
I can do magic and make me a rabbit
With usin’ my karats (ice, woah)
Just like the package, I’m drinkin’ on Actavis, expensive habits (mud)
Yellow bitch, Pikachu (bitch)
Cameltoe peekin’ at you
Look at you, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo