I Can't Get Enough - Pee Wee Longway

VV my wrist, I put points on my neck

Come with that neck 'cause that pussy not nan'

Come get in the flex and let’s pop through them bands

Perc pill popper, got the trap on xans

Bitch got a job, pussy poppin' for them bands

Pussy start poppin' when I pop my bands

Rubber band keep on poppin'

Real shit, I damn sure ain’t get enough money (real shit though)

I damn sure ain’t get enough pussy

Shit I damn sure ain’t get enough head, shit

Damn sure ain’t get enough flashing, shit

Them pointers they lookin' baguettes

I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough

I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough, nah

Mr. Blue Benjamin, stackin' the tips 'til infinity

Crip blue the seats in the Lamborghini

I got the bop, amke that bitch Houdini (voila)

We hit with the stanley steamer

Put that dope in the pot, made that bitch a Beamer

Pussy poppin' for papi, she Aquafina

When I whip with that wrist I whip up Katrina (who that is?)

Iced out my teeth like I’m Mike Jones

I don’t even talk with the lights on

Pointers on baguette, got VV’s on VV’s

Fuck that lil bitch, I want RiRi’s on TV

Step on them GG’s, my shirt might be GG

Balmain my nuts and the bitch long guts

I pull up and bust it

Sippin' Act and that 'Tussin at, yeah

I want that giraffe, yeah, I want that neck (neck, that neck)

I want that check

Know what I’m talkin' about, I want that photo effect

When they through they gon' post him on next

'Fore I fuck her she know I want becky

With these bales on Boflex

And I need hoes in both sections

Baby daddy in the broke section

VV my wrist, I put points on my neck

Come with that neck 'cause that pussy not nan'

Come get in the flex and let’s pop through them bands

Perc pill popper, got the trap on xans

Bitch got a job, pussy poppin' for them bands

Pussy start poppin' when I pop my bands

Rubber band keep on poppin'

Real shit, I damn sure ain’t get enough money (real shit though)

I damn sure ain’t get enough pussy

Shit I damn sure ain’t get enough head, shit

Damn sure ain’t get enough flashing, shit

Them pointers they lookin' baguettes

I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough

I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough, nah

Ain’t no gang, he can’t come under the rope

I’m the plug, got the load on banana boat

In the club, put the stove on the cantaloupe

I serve my aunties and my uncle MC Hammer dope

Another homi, he been hit with DC sniper scopes

I make it lock up in the pot, kick it with dish detergent

Frank Lucas, watch it cost a bunch of birds

Swiper nigga, bitch he tryna punch the work (ayy mane)

Don’t pull up, sound like a concert

Like a mail brick, ice on a t-shirt

Before we fuck, let me see what that mouth work (ayy)

Hop it chop, hold up stop it, stop it

Got 'em coppin' deuces when you pull up poppin'

I can’t stop the flexin' so let’s pop it then

4K TV when I’m backin' in

Zaxbys chicken when we sack it up

Gucci beanie, this that Donald Duck

Them bricks double up, come from overseas

Jeffery bag come with the double C’s

Hold my lil stamp when I’m in her, uh uh

VV my wrist, I put points on my neck

Come with that neck 'cause that pussy not nan'

Come get in the flex and let’s pop through them bands

Perc pill popper, got the trap on xans

Bitch got a job, pussy poppin' for them bands

Pussy start poppin' when I pop my bands

Rubber band keep on poppin'

Real shit, I damn sure ain’t get enough money (real shit though)

I damn sure ain’t get enough pussy

Shit I damn sure ain’t get enough head, shit

Damn sure ain’t get enough flashing, shit

Them pointers they lookin' baguettes

I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough

I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough, nah