Lyrics

[Intro] (Uhnn!- back to the 'trap house') (Back to the 'trap house') (Let's get in then, nigga) (Back to the 'trap house') (Back to the 'trap house') (Let's get in then, nigga) (Longway, Longway! Bitch! Uhnn!) [Hook: PeeWee Longway] Jumped off the porch, goin' hard in the paint Momma front yard, where we sold hella' dank Prescription card for the exotic, like I'm in the 'Bay' I'm the colonel of the 'trap' shit, 'No Limit Tank' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' [Verse 1: PeeWee Longway] Gotta' get the work off; juugin' when the mailman drop off Got another quarter million in the post office Paper cut, count up in the dope house My nieghbors still screamin', like a Soap Opera Young nigga serving with hand choppers Prescription drugs like a damn doctor 'Master Peewee', the new 'No Limit Tank' I fly them falcons; 'Longway Arthur-Blank' I'm the one that fed 'Guwop' all them pints Sippin and spillin' the lean 'til we faint Blue Benjamins, smell like OG in the bank My cousin, Vontae got the OG bungee jumping from the A To Columbus, K'K, K Back to trap, where we work the Cali', Juugin' nun', but them Onions, K'K Jumped off the porch before 'Hard in the paint' We trappin' the Xanny Bars, and the Percs My momma front yard, where we put in the work Trap that bitch out, go 'bezerk', 'M.P.A' money, pounds and ammunition Look at the flick of my wrist, in the kitchen Beat up the pot with the beater, lets get it Trappin and rappin' dat' G-s, money, scales When I turned myself in, I smelled like a whole 'bale' Longway, bitch! [Hook: PeeWee Longway] Jumped off the porch, goin' hard in the paint Momma front yard, where we sold hella' dank Prescription card for the exotic, like I'm in the 'Bay' I'm the colonel of the 'trap' shit, 'No Limit Tank' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] Back to the 'trap house', juugin' out my momma yard OG gas bag got, 'Hit-N-Nod' (Dat' crack!) 10 pack of 'Midget', I stash in the trunk Young nigga pullin' up, with noise Hand chopper, call the bitch a 'hand saw' Pussy nigga pull my card? Turn a nigga to a 'Hell Cat', tryna 'Dodge' Back to the trap, with that 'Steven Seagal', 'Sylvestor Stallone' That's what you calling' strong in 'The Cone'? (Dat' what you callin' it?) I get that Backwood and 'stuff-crust' it Back to the trap-house, my mailman drop it off in a bucket I get that package and I bunk it Turn the neighborhood to California Chargin' 400 for 4 different ounces Presidential Gas, cannabis, 'Louis 13', 'Cherry Pie', 'Sherbert' Bag; I got em 'Best Buy' Back to the trap, where we sell it out 'Arm and Hammer', egg beater in the pot Burnt' my wrist again, 'Mr. Whip-A-Lot' Residue on my Rol'y, turned to 'Uncle Ice' Hit it! Auntie gon' test it out… In the trap with them choppers, no vests-s out Playin' games? We gone stretch 'em out Longway, bitch! [Hook: PeeWee Longway] Jumped off the porch, goin' hard in the paint Momma front yard, where we sold hella' dank Prescription card for the exotic, like I'm in the 'Bay' I'm the colonel of the 'trap' shit, 'No Limit Tank' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house' Back to the 'Trap house', back to the 'Trap house'