Thugger
Longway
Longway, Longway!
I got guap truckloads
I want some more mud
I think that she psychic, I hope that youre ready
She got you your pounds
I think that she psychic, I hope that youre ready
Bitch having pouts
The bottom of her, look just like spaghetti
She got you spaghetti
I fill her lungs up, with nothin but lettuce
Nothin but lettuce!
She might be wrong but she ready!
She might be on but she ready
She dont wanna join us out in the club so she outside in the car
Smoking on ganja weed, Got it from peewee that pack is bizarre
Bitch want to know how it feels to live life like a star 
Took that bitch right to my crib and Fucked her right next to my car
She good! She want it. She got it. 
She on but she ready, I doubt it. 
I been dodging paparazzi. I shoot at niggas bodies
Flare! Flare! Flare Blaow! blaow!
That AK I got em
Longway Longway,What the song says
Came from the bottom
Bitches geeked off Percocets
Yeah, whole lot of bitches want menages
Send them bags strictly, out the Longway hey
Hey!
I think that she psychic,I hope that youre ready
She got you your pounds
I think that she psychic,I hope that youre ready
Bitch having pouts
The bottom of her, look just like spaghetti
She got you spaghetti
I fill her lungs up, with nothin but lettuce
Nothin but lettuce!
She might be wrong but she ready!
She might be on but she ready
She, sucking my Dick like a tick.
No evil flick,Nigga gay if he ever send a pick
We not with that shit, and you know all of my bitches be thick.
And all these hoes gon fuck on us because we young and getting rich
A group of freight hoes playing leggo eggo my dick. 
I seen sixteen Os, they go to get those splits
Just like George and Diego They take them risks
A extra cup to the P.O. cause I cant piss shit
Re-rock the dope when a rollie, trying break my wrists
Dboy young nigga gon licks
Now the fuck nigga but Im with Fuck shit
Yes you can miss me with it
I came in with all of my homies
You know Im gonna leave with your bitch
Young guapo El Chapo, We sell the blanco
I bust up on that type of shit
I think that she psychic,I hope that youre ready
She got you your pounds
I think that she psychic,I hope that youre ready
Bitch having pouts
The bottom of her, look just like spaghetti
She got you spaghetti
I fill her lungs up, with nothin but lettuce
Nothin but lettuce!
She might be wrong but she ready!
She might be on but she ready