Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Bslime
Bslime
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaborious Martin
Jaborious Martin
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jordan Edon
Jordan Edon
Songwriter
Vlad Dugin
Vlad Dugin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
AJ STAY WORKIN
AJ STAY WORKIN
Recording Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Ayo Deni
Ayo Deni
Producer
BABY PLUGG
BABY PLUGG
Producer
Jim Bailey
Jim Bailey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joba Aladeselu
Joba Aladeselu
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Prod. Da Don
Prod. Da Don
Producer
Samuel Reyes
Samuel Reyes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Shaan Singh
Shaan Singh
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
Peepin' out the window
[Chorus]
Peepin' out the window (Yeah, yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
[Verse 1]
I doubled up, I don't do no chores no more
I ain't steppin' on these **** like no rugs no more
Find myself carin' way too much, ain't got no shrubs no more
But got way bigger shows, I ain't chargin' dubs no more
I charge a half a million dollars just to walk out
I hate the police, but I'm big, so they brought cops out
I got a gun, shoot sixteen times, but it's fun sized
Sign on the dotted lines
One time for the ones saw me come from nothing
Speakin' of nothing
Pussy **** know not to play, I ain't goin' for nothing (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Peepin' out the window (Yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
[Verse 2]
Youngin' jumped inside the game, he got some fuckin' diamonds
We make temporary decisions, change the fuckin' climate
Run with D-boys, yeah, them boys who be runnin' the lobby
Change the channel, you know I'm up next by the way I pop it
I sip on syrup a lot, but no one understand me
I told my mama, "No more sufferin', I made it"
You should've seen all these motherfuckers' faces
I told my brothers, "We ain't goin' back to basic"
Ever since I copped the Hellcat
**** still wonderin' why, like, "BSlime, you did that"
I'm kickin' my ones and twos, chillin' at the rib shack
Wishin' I can bring my dog back from the fuckin' jailmates
[Chorus]
Peepin' out the window (Yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
[Verse 3]
Peepin' out the window
All I see is a bunch of racist-ass cops tryna catch a **** slackin' like Jim Crow
Had to make it through the worst on the turf, out the dirt, **** stayin' down, ten toes
I done seen a lot of struggle that came with this game
She cried, but she gon' lie just to fuck on my chain
I drunk codeine and popped one just to stimulate my brain
[Chorus]
Peepin' out the window (Yeah)
All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead, wanna smoke me like I'm indo (Oh)
All I see is a bunch of broke-ass bitches tryna tell me I ain't poppin', I ain't hot no more
Well, listen to me closely
Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy
All of my kids straight, if you truly know me
Most of my dogs bossed up
[Outro]
Hell yeah
[Instrumental]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Peepin' out the window
Yeah, yeah
See the opps risin' from the dead when I look out my window
All this water in these baguettes, I might turn into Nemo
Yeah
Written by: Brandon King, Ilya Lezgin, Jaborious Martin, Jeffery Williams, Jordan Oliver Edon, Nayvadius Wilburn, Vladislav Ruslanovich Dugin
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