Peewee Longway – God Damn Lyrics

[Intro]
I don't fuck around, god damn
No conversation for a pussy nigga

[Chorus]
No conversation for a pussy nigga
I don't fuck around, god damn
When the whip come stock, we don't want that shit
I don't fuck around, god damn
She gotta' wash that shit 'fore I fuck that bitch
I don't fuck around, god damn
Overnight the pack, [?] three-day shit
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn

[Verse 1]
Nigga, you snitch [?]
I don't fuck around, god damn
[?] my way, get ya' ass knocked down
Head chopper, shoot a hundred rounds
Take a boot with the bitch, think it déjà vu
They found the bitch layin' in the lounge
Pull off in the cool coupe with the panorama roof
[?] shit made for a clown
Longway pipe they' ass down
I don't fuck around with a pussy nigga
Boujee bitches, they ain't bigger than me
Blue Benjamins, bitch, you can't find a $20
[?] in my mouth, straight out the dentist
Back on the stove, cooking like I'm a chemist
Balenci, Givenchy, I change up my image
She bow down to my feet and make a wish, [?] bitch
Pussy look like she take a lot of dick
I ain't fuck around with 'em
[?] delivery, don't fuck around with it
Overnight, my nigga
OG gas, clip it right off the vine
Bitch, I'm the plug, don't question my line (Longway, bitch)

[Chorus]
No conversation for a pussy nigga
I don't fuck around, god damn
When the whip come stock, we don't want that shit
I don't fuck around, god damn
She gotta' wash that shit 'fore I fuck that bitch
I don't fuck around, god damn
Overnight the pack, [?] three-day shit
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn

[Verse 2]
That's just the way I'm rockin', pussy nigga
I don't fuck around, god damn
[?] in a double-R, mounted up
Trap for seven days, nigga, count it up
I'm tryna' get paid, nigga, [?]
I'm Ace Boogie now, ran outta' luck
All I need is [?], with a big pair of nuts and a handgun
I ain't worrying 'bout a bitch I done done-done
Suzy-choosy pointers in my charm
In the trap, I'ma count it up [?]
Rubber-bandin' racks and all the ones
In the corner, stash all the coins
[?]
The man of the year, [?]
Trapper turned rapper, two different funds
About the paper, shoot two different guns
Push your taper back, give a fuck 'bout where you from
Pussy nigga buy a [?] when he come around
I can't smoke a blunt with [?]
He all in my mouth, I'm talkin' bout the [?]
Pussy nigga tryna' turn me over
I had to send 'em back to back, car full of [?]
Knock a nigga's head off his shoulders (Longway, bitch)

[Chorus]
No conversation for a pussy nigga
I don't fuck around, god damn
When the whip come stock, we don't want that shit
I don't fuck around, god damn
She gotta' wash that shit 'fore I fuck that bitch
I don't fuck around, god damn
Overnight the pack, [?] three-day shit
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn
I don't fuck around, god damn