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[feat. Young Thug]

Everybody with me got them racks in they britches
We ain't tryin' to fuck nothing but some foreign ass bitches
Foreign ass cars and expensive ass linen
Carbon 15 with 100 rounds in it
LA to the A, Longway fly crippin
Ain't playing with the white, baby girl you need to whip it
Longway blue M&Ms, stuft crusts and cookin
(M&Ms, M&Ms, M&Ms)
Longway blue M&Ms, stuft crusts and cookin
(M&Ms, M&Ms, M&Ms)

[Verse 1 - Peewee Longway:]
Peewee longway the blue m&m
Loaded with m&m s
I cannot get rid of him
Fly crippin on slawson
With nipsey in Cali
Neighborhood see wee
On highways and alleys
Don't rock no bally's
I rock da yeezy
Bluer then jeezy
Paks in DC
They gleeshy
He need me
Bigger than chapo
Peewee el gundo
Racks out my asshole
Hold up hold on hold on hold on
Peewee el gundo
I'm bigger than ChapO
My bricks is long digit
How can you follow
My niggas gon hitchu
Don't need you up on me
Need room for my bytchez
M&m jawbreakers
I Came out them trenches
Holla holla holla holla
Carbon 1-5 when I open my trench
He do not flinch
Thugga gon hit em
If he don't miss em
DK go get em
We get them rentals
And president tent em
Bags in the trunk
And dem birds In a Fender
How can I miss em
How can I miss em
Bandz In the ceilings
And bandz on the jewelry
How can I get em
How can I get em
Finessing finessing
Them stamps in the middle

[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
I feel like clubbin and blubbin
I pull up them buckets, The bitches, they love it
The bitches they lusting and touching, they wanna f-fuck it
That ratchet I clutch it, I cock it and buss it
(Blue M&M! M&M)
Play wid me bro, it's no fussin and cussin
(Blue M&M! PeeWee Longway)
PeeWee my buzzin, you touch him, I'm rushing
No DTE trouble, I'm bussin, I'm bussin!
I don't got the busses, I got them with rushes
Them bales on the conway, they coming, they coming!
DK think he running, he need some money
So many foreign shoes, I'm growing bunions
Running so fast, I'm mo faster than sonic
Take the 1-5 now I'm holding two tummies
I'm holding my gun and I'm holding my stomach!

Turn up!
Everybody will get arrested
We ain't tryin' to fuck them
But they're some porn ass bitches
Come 13 with 100 rounds in it
No way, Eminem, it starts on cookin'
No way, Eminem, it starts on cookin'

Break to pieces, transport it out
Fill it up with camble
Miley Cirus Making Eminem taking off like a rocket
My niggas hold chop sticks
Niggas say: wrong thing!
All my dogs gone rough
I'm callin' no ballers, I'm callin' no roof
Tell her the truth you got shot in the tooth
No sippin', no drippin' like I wanted to poop
What did you do? What did you do?
Why on the sudden I'm one of the 2?
Half over million I feed on my belly
You run up while you got shot in the kidney
They shot you, nigga
They shot you in the head

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