Gucci Mane and Peewee Longway - Live at the Red Carpet

(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Wop
My fault, white chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault (and it's my)
Yeah, I was out on the side walk
I had to laugh to keep me from cryin' (Wop)
Haha

Lookin' like a four-eyed nerd with these Cartier frames (nerd)
Fuck a bowtie, I'm rockin' diamond chains (burr)
Titties perkin', ass pokin' out
Got my dick so hard, see the vein comin' out (damn)
Probably won't get no star on the sidewalk (huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care about
I don't give a damn 'bout nothin' but the pay amount
I ain't never goin' broke, all I really care about
Money comin' in and out, trappin' like it's In-N-Out
Money every minute, nigga, I look like a millionaire
Big player, sittin' at the end in the boss chair
Sewin' loose ends, get you caught up in the crossfire
Lookin' back, I was in the pen behind barbed wire
And I ain't tried to blend, I'm a stand up tall guy

Testin', testin', Gucci flexin', let me see if this mic workin' (mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (shh)

I remember you from school, nigga, you a ho guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (no)
Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire

Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standin' in the kitchen flippin' chickens just like Five Guys
.223'll shitbag, blow out your intestine
I just made a new investment, ice Wayne Gretzky (ice, ice, ice, burr)
Testin', testin', Longway flexin'
I just make the GT go skrrt like the Jetson's
S&L top floor, fuckin' two besties (bitch)
Took a hundred pound and went and baguettied the necklace (ice)
Paramount diamonds, just exquisite suggestion
Remy bust down, you can tell by the settin'
It's a high limit room, I see you bettin' by the petty
Go up like a hot balloon, gon' pop it when we ready
I get your bitch and trap her, make her suck it like spaghetti
The brick came with the stamp on it, we cook it 'til it's ready
I'm hittin' her from the back, she say I'm fuckin' up her edges
Live at the Grammy's, Longway sippin' on Texas (Longway, bitch)

Testin', testin', Gucci flexin', let me see if this mic workin' (mic)
Always make a good impression, live at the Grammy's, let me tuck my shirt in
Snuck the work in the Birk' like a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel (gas)
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red room (shh)

I remember you from school, nigga, you a ho guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (no)
Shotgun, haunted house, whole clique hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire

Written by:
Radric Davis, Quincy Lamont Williams

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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