[Hook: PeeWee Longway]
I'm rollin' round, juugin P's
I'm a rollin' pharmacist, I'll serve you lean
I'm rollin' round, juugin P's
I'm a rollin' pharmacist, I'll serve you lean
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Little pop quiz test, let's see...
How many mini-me industry lames in the game you know want to dress like me?
Flex like me, tryna get fresh like me?
Do it up in the press like me?
Couple p*ssycat dolls on my balls
Probably wish their boyfriend was just like me
Seen a bitch last week, keep it G
I'ma come clean, I ain't even f*ck her
Heard you a sucker, shits might gleam if I puck her
Sixteen gold teeth I'm a slugger
Roll a 60 if with p f*ck with
Pee... Wee Longway, the longway all day
Shout out to thugga, I'm Straight out the gutter
Nigga sixteen throwing blutter, pretty motha f*cka since 16, I ain't sutter
Jeremy Scotts!... with the wings! bernie had the nina in the skinny jeans
Since my early teens, I been sitting clean, mixing, sipping lean
With the leader, up in illy beamers, that's a misdemeanor, fema
[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
I ain't neva seen a nigga like me where he at where he from I'd like to meet him
I'm a rolling stone cookin' with the rolly on 32 shots in my nina
I'm a rolling stone got my rolly pollie on f*ck it not Kafima and Katrina
Shots of gas bags in the beamer
p*ssy bald head like leukemia
Watch me set it off like Khadijah
Stuffing my cigar with the diesel
Pull up jump off with the Keisha
See you out dea' I need my money-fa
Puerto Rican don't need a visa
Dope white name Mona Lisa
Frank white head shot Tito
Longway not Carlito
Boot up off the molly I don't f*ck with the easy hoes
Porsche 9-1-1 got it out the repo
Trap house naw bitch I'm trappin' rollin stizzle
Gas bags I got them bitches going for the lizzo
Fake shot glass and have them J's at the dizzo
I'm runnin them I'm a mob boss calling me Sunny
I'm connected with the pharm-ist got them pints by the hundreds
Whole lot of C notes rubberbandin' my hunnits
Still makin drug deals out the trunk of my Honda
Leanin of a double seal like I'm dumber than dumber
Rollin off a molly pill tryna f*ck on your mama
[Verse 3:]
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The neighborhood pharmacist, I'll serve you codeine
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We might get married like Nas and Kelis