[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
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