Live at the Red Carpet - Gucci Mane, Pee Wee Longway

Woah

My fault, white chalk on the sidewalk and it’s my fault (And it’s my)

Yeah, on the side, on the side walk

I had to laugh to keep me from crying (Wop)

Ha-ha

Looking like a four-eyed nerd with these Cartier frames (Nerd)

Fuck a bowtie, I’m rocking diamond chains (Burr)

Titties perking, ass poking out

Got my dick so hard, see the vein coming out (Damn)

Probably won’t get no star on the sidewalk (Huh?)

White chalk on the sidewalk and it’s my fault

Gucci keep going up, posting all his whereabouts

In these foreign lands shaking hands he don’t care about

I don’t give a damn 'bout nothing but the pay amount

I ain’t never going broke, all I really care about

Money coming in and out, trapping like it’s In-N-Out

Money every minute, nigga, I look like a millionaire

Big player, sitting at the end of the boss chair

Sewing loose ends, get you caught up in the crossfire

Looking back, I was in the pen behind barbed wire

And I ain’t tried to blend, I’m a stand up tall guy

Testing, testing, Gucci flexing, let me see if this mic working (Mic)

Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy’s, let me tuck my shirt in

Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do

You can’t gas me, bitch, 'cause I’m selling jet fuel

Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (Freaky)

Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (Shh)

I remember you from school, nigga, you a ho guy

I don’t think nobody got the balls that I got (No)

Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied

Gucci Mane shotter, I’ma start a bonfire

Strapped with the FN, I don’t need a fall guy

Standing in the kitchen flipping chickens just like Five Guys

.223'll shitbag, blow out your whole teste

I just made a new investment, ice Wayne Gretzky

Testing, testing, Longway flexing

I just make the GT go skrrt like the Jetson’s

S&L top floor, fucking two besties (Bitch)

Took a hundred pound and went and baguettied the necklace (Ice)

Paramount diamonds, just exquisite suggestion

Remy bust down, you can tell by the setting

It’s a high limit room, I see you bettin' by the petty

Go out like a hot boy, Long gon' pop it when we ready

I get your bitch and trap her, make her suck it like spaghetti

The brick came with the st&on it, we cook it 'til it’s ready

I’m hittin' her from the back, she say I’m fuckin' up her edges

Live at the Grammy’s, Longway sippin' on Texas (Longway, bitch)

Testing, testing, Gucci flexing, let me see if this mic working (Mic)

Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy’s, let me tuck my shirt in

Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do

You can’t gas me, bitch, 'cause I’m selling jet fuel

Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (Freaky)

Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (Shh)

I remember you from school, nigga, you a ho guy

I don’t think nobody got the balls that I got (No)

Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied

Gucci Mane shotter, I’ma start a bonfire