Lyrics

[Intro] (Excuses, excuses, nigga got too many excuses) (Excuses, excuses, nigga got too many excuses) [Chorus: Peewee Longway] I'm your boyfriend favorite rapper, nigga from Atlanta Wanna take-a picture with me; Like, "'Scuse me" (Excuse me) I'mma catch that box, I'mma whip that brick Nigga can't go broke, no excuses (Go to work then) '50' on my wrist, caught your bitch 'susie-choosy' Sent your bitch back home, with excuses ("I was with her"; "I was with him") ("I was with her"; "I was with him") I'mma get the money, no excuses I'mma wake up and trap, no excuses If yo' bitch can't catch the box then she useless I'mma sip on 'Tussionex', by the 'dueces' Wake up, get back at it, no excuses I just want that money, no excuses ("No excuses, baby") Pull up in a 'Rari, red, crucial 'Tussionex' on me, young nigga leanin' off a 'deuce' Raptor, looking like a 'Donk' trunk coming thru' Rose gold Forgiatos mounted, 'deuce' 'deuce' [Verse 1] 'Blue Benjamins', in my pocket, they stuffed, 'Bruce Bruce' Me and my niggas stay down till' they bust out, what it do? Trappin' and rappin', we gone make it happen, no excuses 'Bombs' in the cabinet, choppa' came with machete Young nigga, get the package, trap it at 7-11 Momma said, 'I gotta be back in, 'fore 11' No excuses, 'Many Men', I'm feelin' like '50' and 'Lucci' 45 days, free 'Gucci'! Half way home, nigga half way out Your baby daddy, singin' all my songs in the house Standin' in the mirror, like a bitch! Got yo' hoe sayin', "Why you on Longway dick!?" Ya'll makin' Longway Rich, bitch! Ya'll makin' Longway kick, get off his dick Bitch mumbling under her breath, got dick on her kiss "Longway fuck like he 6'6"!" 'Ferragamo' buckle, I ain't cuff no bitch Drop the top, I'm in a 6-4, hit-switch Rol'y on my wrist, 'Longway Bernie-Mitch' I don't give a fuck, nigga, Sixth Sense Why a pussy nigga playin'? Got six cents… I'mma let the 30 send him six feet Ain't no excuses, free 'Big Meech' Longway-El Chapo, Peewee [Chorus: Peewee Longway] I'm your boyfriend favorite rapper, nigga from Atlanta Wanna take-a picture with me; Like, "'Scuse me…" (Excuse me) I'mma catch that box, I'mma whip that brick Nigga can't go broke, no excuses (Go to work then) '50' on my wrist, caught your bitch 'susie-choosy' Sent your bitch back home, with excuses ("I was with her"; "I was with him") ("I was with her"; "I was with him") I'mma get the money, no excuses I'mma wake up and trap, no excuses If yo' bitch can't catch the box, then she useless I'mma sip on 'Tussionex', by the 'dueces' Wake up, get back at it, no excuses I just want that money, no excuses ("No excuses, baby") Pull up in a 'Rari, red, crucial 'Tussionex' on me, young nigga leanin' off a 'deuce' Raptor, looking like a 'Donk' trunk coming thru' Rose gold Forgiatos mounted, 'deuce' 'deuce' [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] '50 ball', on a nigga 'wrist game' This the purest you can get it, since '80's Cane' Ain't no more excuses, why you ain't makin' your wrist gold? Sippin' and spillin' 'Nex, while I'm smokin on Nabisco (Lean, Lean!) Too many excuses, why you be screaming you ain't rich, hoe Boy, she got baby pussy, but a fool suckin' dick though Got a 'lil boyfriend', pulling up pulling' kick-doors? I got the 'F&N', I'mma' blow off a big toe I say what I wanna' say, I '@' any nigga, like Pac Niggas tryin' play, i'm into the scenes, so I scene it on out (Nigga scenin' out, he don't even die) Fuck what they sayin', imma pull up on the scene Hangin' like a bandit I could make a band, [?] Pussy nigga got a face card, like 'Frendie' Twitter nigga sayin' Yeah, he Officer Freeman ("Gtrhooahw!!!") Hit his ass! right there where he standing ("Goohgw!!!") "Longway?- Yeah, he hard to manage" Standing in the kitchen, trappin' that pack up out the cabinet 'Zippers' out zippers and them 'Xannies' 'Jackie Tan' a make that bitch jump up right up out her panties You a think she manic Got too many chances to throw the 'Bomb', like Madden (Touchdown) You would think Longway from Cali' Longway, bitch! [Chorus: Peewee Longway] I'm your boyfriend favorite rapper, nigga from Atlanta Wanna take-a picture with me; Like, "'Scuse me" (Excuse me) I'mma catch that box, I'mma whip that brick Nigga can't go broke, no excuses (Go to work then) '50' on my wrist, caught your bitch 'susie-choosy' Sent your bitch back home, with excuses ("I was with her"; "I was with him") ("I was with her"; "I was with him") I'mma get the money, no excuses I'mma wake up and trap, no excuses If yo' bitch can't catch the box then she useless I'mma sip on 'Tussionex', by the 'dueces' Wake up, get back at it, no excuses I just want that money, no excuses ("No excuses, baby") Pull up in a 'Rari, red, crucial 'Tussionex' on me, young nigga leanin' off a 'deuce' Raptor, looking like a 'Donk' trunk coming thru' Rose gold Forgiatos mounted, 'deuce' 'deuce'