James Harden - Pee Wee Longway

I’ma pimp this ho, man

ATL Jacob

My ho, man, had to pimp my next bitch

Mhm

That boy Cassius

Ayy

Shouts out to my old ho, I had to pimp my next bitch

Cooked up on my old stove, hittin' it wit my left wrist

Stretch it, James Harden, I’m fresh at every press

Switch up on my bomb, got me juggin' with the Mexicans

Sackin' up like it groceries, the mops out like custodians

I’ma backdoor the bitch like Jodie, I’ma flex on the ho with the Rollie

Want smoke?

Ridin' 'round with the smoke pole

Back to back, jump out them four-doors

My shooters on boot and the Quaalude

I’ma pull up and do it today

I already know how we playin'

We cook up in pots and pans

I load up a bop with Xans

I send 'em on my command

We flippin' and juggin' the strand

In the bucket, a buck with the gas

Fuckin' a thot with the bands

The pointers on top of my Rolly

Hold on, ho, fuck is you sayin'?

Cut my stove on

Pull up on me, lil' bitch, all my dough gone

Come kick my styrofoam, cuff that ho like Don Juan

Cookin' the dope with my left arm

40-Glock gon' get you stepped on

I’m sippin' the deuce in the Jones

Sixty pointers in the stones

VV’s, they jump out the charm

She suckin' me, give me the dome

I play Russian roulette with the chrome

She put coke on her tongue and her gums

She wake up and traffic the bomb

I’m Osama bin Laden with them guns

Shouts out to my old ho, I had to pimp my next bitch

Cooked up on my old stove, hittin' it wit my left wrist

Stretch it, James Harden, I’m fresh at every press

Switch up on my bomb, got me juggin' with the Mexicans

Sackin' up like it groceries, the mops out like custodians

I’ma backdoor the bitch like Jodie, I’ma flex on the ho with the Rollie

Want smoke?

Ridin' 'round with the smoke pole

Back to back, jump out them four-doors

My shooters on boot and the Quaalude

I’ma pull up and do it today

My shooters on boot and the Quaalude

Banana clip, thirty with hollows

Chop a brick like a Nakato, yeah

Sippin' that Ecat Moscato, yeah

Forgi crawlin' through the pothole

How much dope can your lil' pot hold?

Colombian print at the Scotty nose

We slicin' the pizza like Azio’s

Workin' the bitch out her pantyhose

Twenty-one bag of the indo (Gas)

Gusher, buster, sippin' on 'Tussin

Thirty-eight slow, might be restin', yeah

Run up my number like Dutchie

Pop out the roof while you clutchin'

Add a dick in the drum just like fuck it

Let the stick come and cut you like churches

Yeah, them hammers got turbulence

She bring it back tucked in her girdle

I only fuck her when she fertile

I re-rock a brick with the Gerber

I’m sippin' on lean, I’m servin'

I go scuba divin' for the sherbert

Make and break, a new face on the shirt

Break your knees and your heels when you work, work that bitch

Shouts out to my old ho, I had to pimp my next bitch

Cooked up on my old stove, hittin' it wit my left wrist

Stretch it, James Harden, I’m fresh at every press

Switch up on my bomb, got me juggin' with the Mexicans

Sackin' up like it groceries, the mops out like custodians

I’ma backdoor the bitch like Jodie, I’ma flex on the ho with the Rollie

Want smoke?

Ridin' 'round with the smoke pole

Back to back, jump out them four-doors

My shooters on boot and the Quaalude

I’ma pull up and do it today (Now)