Stay in Ya Bag Peewee Longway
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[Intro]
Yeah, Longway, Longway
(His name is Kino Beats)
Know what I'm sayin’?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I been trappin', sellin' zaza
The stick gon’ match your vibe and I can't wait to send you bye-bye
Her ass ain't matchin' her thigh, can't come at a nigga like me talkin' 'bout payin' for pussy
Choppin’ in two different bags, I’m trappin' and rappin’, the back end, spend it on bud
I used to be dozin' off and pourin' up drank so dark, you could taste the sud
Box it and punch it to A-town, Sprinklez so strong, you smell it, you taste the bud
I done took so many L's with so many bills, all a nigga wanna see is a W
Good game, auntie always told me, and fuck it, then I’ll book the W
Stay down, stack up the paper, don't never look back, go get what's in front of you
I been chasin' this dream, still on a marathon, all my whips, they Nip' blue
Seven days, still trappin' the traphouse, twelve o'clock, I get it shipped through
You can go call your plug and tell him that pack he sent straight boo-boo
[Chorus]
Run your money up, them niggas stay inside your bag (Run it up)
Havin' the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don't do turkey bags or black bags
I'm a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna
Told my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner
All these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffin' on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her
Yeah, Longway, Longway
(His name is Kino Beats)
Know what I'm sayin’?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I been trappin', sellin' zaza
The stick gon’ match your vibe and I can't wait to send you bye-bye
Her ass ain't matchin' her thigh, can't come at a nigga like me talkin' 'bout payin' for pussy
Choppin’ in two different bags, I’m trappin' and rappin’, the back end, spend it on bud
I used to be dozin' off and pourin' up drank so dark, you could taste the sud
Box it and punch it to A-town, Sprinklez so strong, you smell it, you taste the bud
I done took so many L's with so many bills, all a nigga wanna see is a W
Good game, auntie always told me, and fuck it, then I’ll book the W
Stay down, stack up the paper, don't never look back, go get what's in front of you
I been chasin' this dream, still on a marathon, all my whips, they Nip' blue
Seven days, still trappin' the traphouse, twelve o'clock, I get it shipped through
You can go call your plug and tell him that pack he sent straight boo-boo
[Chorus]
Run your money up, them niggas stay inside your bag (Run it up)
Havin' the Sprinklez, we put in the Goyard, don't do turkey bags or black bags
I'm a real trapper, I can sell you what you wanna
Told my country boy the same thing, meet me 'round the corner
All these damn gas bags, shit smell like ammonia
I sip so much syrup, I don't even think I caught corona
All these damn falcon plays, I feel like I'm the owner
Ain't cuffin' on none of these bitches, I'm just tryna bone her
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