Back 2 the Traphouse

[Hook: PeeWee Longway] Jumped off the porch going hard in the paint Momma front yard where we serve the dank Prescription card for the exotic like I’m in the Bay I’m the colonel of the trap, shit Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house [Verse 1: PeeWee Longway] Gotta get the work off juugin' when the mailman drop off Gotta mother quarter million at the post office Paper cut count up in the dope house My neck is still screamin’ like a Soap Opera Young nigga serving with hand choppers Prescription drugs like a damn doctor Master P no limit tank I fly them falcons Longway out the blank Im the one who that fed Guwop all them pints Sippin and spillin' the lean tip we faint Blue Benjamins smell like OG in the bank My cousin got the vante got the OG bungee jumping from the A To Columbus, KK, k Back to trap, where we work the Cali Juugin’ nothin but the Onions, kk Jumped out the porch went hard in the paint We strapping the Xanny Bars, and the Percs My momma front yard where we put in the work Trap that bitch out go bizerk, MPA 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’, G-s on the scale When I Turnt myself in I smell like a whole bale Longway Bitch [Hook] [Hook: PeeWee Longway] Jumped off the porch going hard in the paint Momma front yard where we serve the dank Prescription card for the exotic like I’m in the Bay Im the colonel of the trap, shit Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] Back to the trap house juugin' out my momma yard OG Gas Bag 10 pack of Midget I stash in the trunk Nigga pullin’ up with noise Hand chopper call the bitch a hand saw Pussy nigga pull my card turn a nigga to a cat tryna dodge Back to the trap house with that stevenson cigar, Sylvestor Stallone Thats what you calling’ strong in the cone I get that Backwood 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 that 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 But my wrist again Mr. Whip-A-Lot Residue in my rollie turn to Uncle Ice Hit it, Auntie gon test it out In the trap with them choppers no vests out Play a game we gone stretch em out Longway Bitch [Hook: PeeWee Longway] Jumped off the porch going hard in the paint Momma front yard where we serve the dank Prescription card for the exotic like I’m in the Bay I’m the colonel of the trap, shit Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house Back to the Traphouse, Back to the trap house