On they ass (ass), on they ass (ass)
On they ass, on they ass, on they ass (ass)
(Mmm) on they ass, on they ass, on they ass
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spare 'nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free (woo)
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
Runnin' them racks, I'm Mr. Blue Digits
I pay with them blues like stimulus checks
I'm on your ass, I might just f*ck on your wife
You pull up and beat up the neck
I gotta check like I signed with Nike
All a nigga think 'bout now is flexin' (racks)
I got a Glock and the drum and a rifle (Glock)
Ain't worryin' 'bout the gangstas, they all internet
I f*ck with Molly, I'm so into sex
I might go to Folley and f*ck up a check
Took so much exotic in the traphouse life
Told Sweat I'd go 'head and get 'em a vet
Skrr-skrr, yeah, skrr-skrr, got bales
Made too many mil' with the mail, I might just go send a Chevelle
Yeah, I'm still on they ass, I know they prayin' I fail (they prayin' I fail)
Ain't no more snitchin' to 12, they rather be dead 'bout care about 12
I know they mad Longway got healthy
I'm on sea moss and kale (Longway, Longway, Longway)
I ain't worryin' 'bout no bad investment, I invest in bales
I got barred up off them steppers, they don't see the jail
They get on yo' ass, they all got a M
And they walk through the county jail (let's go)
They take it to trial
They reachin' a verdict, ain't nobody there to tell (come on, come here)
I went north all I did was think 'bout you
When I go up again, I'ma bring my crew (let's go)
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me (Longway, yeah)
Ain't gon' spare 'nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me (none of that)
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD (racks)
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
They want me to slow down, Longway you movin' too fast
The grow up, can't crop more bags
Still on they ass,
You niggas ain't gettin' no pads, the broom and 'em good gas
Christian Dior, might call up my tag
I put on the drip in the A like Fab
How I run it up, didn't need no loan, I got the M's on my behalf
I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass, GI, certified VVS glass
I spend a bag, they spin with the corona masks
Them young niggas still on yo' ass
These niggas be snitchin', they must be rats
I'm frontin' more bombs than Baghdad
I got these lil' niggas big mad, GT coupe do zig-zags
Hit 'em with the stick, got whiplash, f*ck nigga drown in quicksand
I hit the brick with a lil' hand, put the Zaza bags on AirTran
Young niggas still in the field, get popped like a pill
Just me and my lil' hand
I put the ice on my neck and I run 'round the city
They call me the mail man
I hit the trap with a broom and a sprinkler
I'm still on they ass, with four screens
Like Dobo we fill up the minivan (oh, really?)
Let the stick blow like a ceilin' fan
Feelin' like 50 Cent, many man (many man)
F*ck for a hour, no minute man (minute man)
How you gon' say I forgot you, you just like my kid
You stuck in the Disneyland (Longway, bitch)
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spare nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
Peewee Longway - Shit On Me Lyrics
Peewee Longway - Shit On Me Lyrics
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On they ass (ass), on they ass (ass)
On they ass, on they ass, on they ass (ass)
(Mmm) on they ass, on they ass, on they ass
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spare 'nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free (woo)
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
Runnin' them racks, I'm Mr. Blue Digits
I pay with them blues like stimulus checks
I'm on your ass, I might just f*ck on your wife
You pull up and beat up the neck
I gotta check like I signed with Nike
All a nigga think 'bout now is flexin' (racks)
I got a Glock and the drum and a rifle (Glock)
Ain't worryin' 'bout the gangstas, they all internet
I f*ck with Molly, I'm so into sex
I might go to Folley and f*ck up a check
Took so much exotic in the traphouse life
Told Sweat I'd go 'head and get 'em a vet
Skrr-skrr, yeah, skrr-skrr, got bales
Made too many mil' with the mail, I might just go send a Chevelle
Yeah, I'm still on they ass, I know they prayin' I fail (they prayin' I fail)
Ain't no more snitchin' to 12, they rather be dead 'bout care about 12
I know they mad Longway got healthy
I'm on sea moss and kale (Longway, Longway, Longway)
I ain't worryin' 'bout no bad investment, I invest in bales
I got barred up off them steppers, they don't see the jail
They get on yo' ass, they all got a M
And they walk through the county jail (let's go)
They take it to trial
They reachin' a verdict, ain't nobody there to tell (come on, come here)
I went north all I did was think 'bout you
When I go up again, I'ma bring my crew (let's go)
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me (Longway, yeah)
Ain't gon' spare 'nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me (none of that)
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD (racks)
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
They want me to slow down, Longway you movin' too fast
The grow up, can't crop more bags
Still on they ass,
You niggas ain't gettin' no pads, the broom and 'em good gas
Christian Dior, might call up my tag
I put on the drip in the A like Fab
How I run it up, didn't need no loan, I got the M's on my behalf
I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass, GI, certified VVS glass
I spend a bag, they spin with the corona masks
Them young niggas still on yo' ass
These niggas be snitchin', they must be rats
I'm frontin' more bombs than Baghdad
I got these lil' niggas big mad, GT coupe do zig-zags
Hit 'em with the stick, got whiplash, f*ck nigga drown in quicksand
I hit the brick with a lil' hand, put the Zaza bags on AirTran
Young niggas still in the field, get popped like a pill
Just me and my lil' hand
I put the ice on my neck and I run 'round the city
They call me the mail man
I hit the trap with a broom and a sprinkler
I'm still on they ass, with four screens
Like Dobo we fill up the minivan (oh, really?)
Let the stick blow like a ceilin' fan
Feelin' like 50 Cent, many man (many man)
F*ck for a hour, no minute man (minute man)
How you gon' say I forgot you, you just like my kid
You stuck in the Disneyland (Longway, bitch)
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spare nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
On they ass, on they ass, on they ass (ass)
(Mmm) on they ass, on they ass, on they ass
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spare 'nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free (woo)
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
Runnin' them racks, I'm Mr. Blue Digits
I pay with them blues like stimulus checks
I'm on your ass, I might just f*ck on your wife
You pull up and beat up the neck
I gotta check like I signed with Nike
All a nigga think 'bout now is flexin' (racks)
I got a Glock and the drum and a rifle (Glock)
Ain't worryin' 'bout the gangstas, they all internet
I f*ck with Molly, I'm so into sex
I might go to Folley and f*ck up a check
Took so much exotic in the traphouse life
Told Sweat I'd go 'head and get 'em a vet
Skrr-skrr, yeah, skrr-skrr, got bales
Made too many mil' with the mail, I might just go send a Chevelle
Yeah, I'm still on they ass, I know they prayin' I fail (they prayin' I fail)
Ain't no more snitchin' to 12, they rather be dead 'bout care about 12
I know they mad Longway got healthy
I'm on sea moss and kale (Longway, Longway, Longway)
I ain't worryin' 'bout no bad investment, I invest in bales
I got barred up off them steppers, they don't see the jail
They get on yo' ass, they all got a M
And they walk through the county jail (let's go)
They take it to trial
They reachin' a verdict, ain't nobody there to tell (come on, come here)
I went north all I did was think 'bout you
When I go up again, I'ma bring my crew (let's go)
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me (Longway, yeah)
Ain't gon' spare 'nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me (none of that)
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD (racks)
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
They want me to slow down, Longway you movin' too fast
The grow up, can't crop more bags
Still on they ass,
You niggas ain't gettin' no pads, the broom and 'em good gas
Christian Dior, might call up my tag
I put on the drip in the A like Fab
How I run it up, didn't need no loan, I got the M's on my behalf
I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass, GI, certified VVS glass
I spend a bag, they spin with the corona masks
Them young niggas still on yo' ass
These niggas be snitchin', they must be rats
I'm frontin' more bombs than Baghdad
I got these lil' niggas big mad, GT coupe do zig-zags
Hit 'em with the stick, got whiplash, f*ck nigga drown in quicksand
I hit the brick with a lil' hand, put the Zaza bags on AirTran
Young niggas still in the field, get popped like a pill
Just me and my lil' hand
I put the ice on my neck and I run 'round the city
They call me the mail man
I hit the trap with a broom and a sprinkler
I'm still on they ass, with four screens
Like Dobo we fill up the minivan (oh, really?)
Let the stick blow like a ceilin' fan
Feelin' like 50 Cent, many man (many man)
F*ck for a hour, no minute man (minute man)
How you gon' say I forgot you, you just like my kid
You stuck in the Disneyland (Longway, bitch)
How you gon' say I forgot 'bout you, when I was down, you shit on me
Ain't gon' spare nan one of these niggas
Got a bag on they head, but they step for free
I got the bags, I front out P's
Ain't worryin' 'bout what a nigga done for me
Blue Huncho make a bitch OD
When it's smoke in the air, put the stick on repeat
Runnin' them racks, I'm on they ass, stop cuffin' that bitch, I'm on her ass
Chocolate 'shrooms you say it get wet too fast, a bad bitch shake her ass
.448s, we trappin' the bags, I'm on they ass, I'm on they ass
Runnin' them racks, make a f*ck nigga mad
We stomp on they ass, we still on they ass, yeah
Writer: Quincy Lamont Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Songtrust Ave