Nothing Else to Talk About Peewee Longway

[Intro]
I'm with that shit, my nigga, I'm with that shit
(William)

[Chorus]
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Dust off that chopper, let's shoot it out
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Put a bag on your head, four cutie pies
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
Molly dick that bitch and keep her occupied
We ain't got nothin' else to talk about
I'm with the shit, ain't gon' let it ride
Boyz n the Hood, yeah, we catch 'em down bad, shoot, shoot 'em in the back like Ricky
Pull up to the trap, got snipers on the roof, gon' hit his ass down on distance
You gon' fuck around, get your shooter shot (Shooter shot), face on a milk cart missin'
Knife on the chopper, poke 'em like the penitentiary
Hit a whole hundred in a minute

[Verse 1]
I guess it's bout that time 'fore a nigga start killin'
Nigga did a whole lot of dealin'
Egg beater, beat the pot like Rocky Balboa
Mr. Blue Benjamin stack it up like Boston George
Boyz n the Hood, trap them bags on the porch
Since youngin, my mama said, "Baby keep that pistol"
Pussy-ass nigga, hit his ass in the kisser
Dress him up and put him in a strap like Bruce Jenner
I ain't got that type of breed comin' out the kennel
I'ma let my little homie there eat you up for dinner
Calaso Longway, real mob-tied nigga
Catch him in the alley, gun him down like Ricky
Got them bonnets on his head for that dick-ridin', nigga
From the other side, playin' with the chop in the trenches
I had to dust it off, these niggas out here whisperin'
Reverse the clip, it hit a hundred in a minute
7.62, that gon' change out your image
Four cuties, that'll get 'em out his feelings
I got a dope tester, trigger finger itchin’
Put a rock on the shooter, he get a sniper vision
Keep a hammer on my hip like Bob the Builder (Hammer time)
Makin' juugs out a bitch like a body builder (Juug)
I'm a grown man and y'all children
Got 'em finding your body like I'm Wayne Williams
Longway, bitch, fuck nigga