Lyrics

Germ & Shakewell – Peaky Blinders Lyrics

Updated

May 17, 2024

Peaky Blinders Lyrics by Germ & Shakewell

[Intro: Germ]
Brrt, baow
Shameless Money Gang, man
You know how I’m fuckin’ rockin’, man (Badshit)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Germ]
Who the fuck is at my window? (Huh?)
These niggas lucky I’m in this bitch with my kinfolk (Gang)
Bitch we slidin’, holdin’ stick with them big scopes (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
So if you talk down, your bitch ass gon’ get smoked (Badshit, ayy)
Who the fuck is at my window? (Huh?)
These niggas lucky I’m in this bitch with my kinfolk (Gang)
Bitch, we be slidin’, holdin’ stick with them big scopes
So if you talk down, your bitch ass gon’ get smoked (Badshit, boom)

[Verse 1: Germ]
Who the fuck is at my window, dog? (Man, fuck these niggas)
We be slidin’ around, holdin’ rod (Baow)
I swear to God, pussy nigga, boy, I’ll pull ya card, SRT supercharged (Skrrt)
Bitch, I’m flexin’ hundred large (Bitch)
Creepin’ while you sleepin’ and we geekin’ right on top of that (Ha)
.308s is what I’m tuckin’, boy, we where your noggin at (Boom, boom, boom)
Foreign back to back, Hellcats back to back, holdin’ strap (Skrrt)
Bentley back to back, Culli’ back to back, holdin’ pack (Ha)
Runtz is what I’m smokin’, I’m a backpack boy (Damn, that shit smokin’)
Man, fuck all these niggas, I’ma smack that boy (Fuck nigga)
Slidin’ with thеm choppers and them sticks and them toys (Brrt)
Who thеy think they fuckin’ with? SMG them boys (Shit)

[Chorus: Germ]
Who the fuck is at my window? (Huh?)
These niggas lucky I’m in this bitch with my kinfolk (Gang)
Bitch, we slidin’, holdin’ stick with them big scopes (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
So if you talk down, your bitch ass gon’ get smoked (Badshit, ayy)
Who the fuck is at my window? (Huh?)
These niggas lucky I’m in this bitch with my kinfolk (Gang)
Bitch we be slidin’, holdin’ stick with them big scopes
So if you talk down, your bitch ass gon’ get smoked (Badshit, boom)

[Verse 2: Shakewell]
Bitch ass, don’t get smoked, you big mad, come get poked (Get, get poked)
Germ said he can’t hold for two years, so I keep two poles (Two, two poles)
TP9’s with big scopes, red dot is on your forehead (Your forehead)
He thought he brought that pressure with him, now he on the floor dead (The floor dead)
Lil’ bitch, I need me more bread, ran a milli’ up, my stocks on top of that (Okay, I did)
Eighty plus a sixty, ain’t no game, boy, ain’t no stoppin’ that (It ain’t no stoppin’ that)
Rhino got no safety, ain’t no hammer, don’t need to cock it back (Oh, no, no)
They can’t find my shells, plus it hard be find his noggin at (Pop, pop, pop)
I’m thinkin’ someone at my window, keep a pistol in my pillow
If I see that silhouette, then I’ma let it go (I let it go)
Big Juice sippin’ muddy water, got some money, need a launder
Post-traumatic stress disorder, PTR’s, XD’s, I order (Pop out, sip)