Mega Bus

[Intro] (Beware When Lil Mister Cook up!) [Chorus: Peewee Longway] 100 pounds, on the Megabus I pray I make it back Put the nerves in my nutsacks I came up slanging crack All my Mama used to say was, "Son, I pray you make it back" All my Mama used to say was, "Son, I pray you make it back" Came up on a couple racks, ain't no way I'm looking back [Bridge: Peewee Longway] Couple choppers with the curves on the clip Youngin’ like Chi’raq I’ma put them birds in the whip Pray I make it back I’ma put them birds in the whip Pray I make it back [Verse 1: Peewee Longway & MPA Turk] Break a couple deuces, down- Juug it out the ‘lighthouse’ Took ten bags, in the fifty slab On the kitchen table, while my mama at work I'm back on road with the OG I'm OT with them whole Bs Soon as I touch down with them pounds- 44 please I off ‘em before you sneeze Stuff the Jeep with 44 Gs I pray I make it back I'm just tryna go make a sack Front row trip, truck full of Yo Gotti Cook the profit both clips With them curves on them choppers When them birds take a bath- Balled, ‘Phantom of the Opera’ Longway Beckham kicking soccer Flew the sauce, got China box on Miley Sake Drop a Dolby disc and call it ‘Trap-A-Holic’ In mound like Lucas act like Paul Lir, maul them Mama pray for me, i’m at the ‘Dirty Dollar’ I didn’t go to school to be no Cosmetologist I want ‘dog food’ like them Rottweilers Run like Mexicans, for ‘enchiladas’ Put them ‘birdies’ inside a Impala Longway, bitch! [Chorus: Peewee Longway] 100 pounds, on the Megabus I pray I make it back Put the nerves in my nutsacks I came up slanging crack All my Mama used to say was, “Son, I pray you make it back" All my Mama used to say was, “Son, I pray you make it back" Came up on a couple racks, ain't no way I'm looking back [Bridge: Peewee Longway] Couple choppers with the curves on the clip Youngin’ like Chi’raq I’ma put them birds in the whip Pray I make it back I’ma put them birds in the whip Pray I make it back [Verse 2: Quavo] Quavo! I'm praying I get off these bales On the highway, there go ‘twelve’ Young nigga, don't spark up that ail With that smell, you might as well tell My fam tradition, is wrapping chickens King of the bando, born menace Mob ties, born in it Mega bus, we put a bomb in it Did a show for the prosecutor kids Just to make them drop the charges Got my car out the inpound The I went and sat it on the Forgi’s Mama call me every morning- Wanna know where I'm going She said, “Be safe where I'm heading,- Imma pray for you, son" They sold out, i’m down to one Should I keep it? which one RIP to Big Pun Fat Joe in the trunk Coke’aina got a ton, Coke’aina got a ton Migo plug, on the run He told me, "Come get a hun’dun” [Chorus: Peewee Longway] 100 pounds, on the Megabus I pray I make it back Put the nerves in my nutsacks I came up slanging crack All my Mama used to say was, “Son, I pray you make it back" All my Mama used to say was, “Son, I pray you make it back" Came up on a couple racks, ain't no way I'm looking back [Bridge: Peewee Longway] Couple choppers with the curves on the clip Youngin’ like Chi’raq I’ma put them birds in the whip Pray I make it back I’ma put them birds in the whip Pray I make it back