Nothing Else to Talk About

On with that shit my nigga, on with that shit



[Hook: Pee
Wee Longway]

We ain't got nothing else to talk about

Dust off that choppa, lets shoot it out

We ain't got nothing else to talk about

Put a bag on ya head four cutie pies

We ain't got nothing else to talk about

Molly keep that bitch occupied

On with that shit gon let it ride

Boyz N Da Hood, gonna catch em down bad

Shoot em in the back like ricky

Pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof

Gon hit his ass down on business

You gone fuck around get your shooter shot

Face on the milk cart missin'

Knife on the choppa poke em like the penitentary

Hit a whole hundred in a minute



[Verse 1: Pee
Wee Long
Way]

I guess its bout that time a nigga start killin'

Nigga did a whole lotta dealin'

Egg Beater beat the pocket like Rocky Balboa

Mr. Blue Benjamin stack it up like Boston George

Boys in the hood trap them bags on the porch

Balenciaga, my momma said keep that pistol

Puss ass nigga hit his ass in the kisser

Dress him up and put him in a strap Bruce Jenner

I ain't got that type of comin' out the kennel

I'm let my little homie eat you up for dinner

Calaso mob ties with real mob ass niggas

Catch him in the alley gun him down like Ricky

Bonnets on his head hit em with the dick my nigga

From the other side playing with the chop in the trenches

I had to dust it off these niggas out here whisperin'

Reverse the clip hit a hundred in a minute



Sent some through they can change up your image

Four cuties that will get' em out his feelings

I gotta dope tester, trigger finger itchin'

Put a rocket on a shooter he get a sniper vision

Keep a hammer on my hip like I'm Bob the Builder

Makin' Juugs outta bitch like a body builder

I'm a grown man y'all all children

Got em' finding your body like I'm Wayne Williams



[Hook: Pee
Wee Longway]

On with that shit my nigga, on with that shit

We ain't got nothing else to talk about

Thats why let the choppa shoot it out

We ain't got nothing else to talk about

Put a bag on ya head for a cutie pie

We ain't got nothing else to talk about

Molly keep that bitch occupied

On with that shit gon let it ride

Boyz N Da Hood, gonna catch em down bad

Shoot em in the back like Ricky

Pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof

Gon hit his ass down on business (pew-pew)

You gone fuck around get your shooter shot

Face on the milk cart missin'

Knife on the choppa poke em like the penitentary

Hit a whole hundred in a minute





[Verse 2: Pee
Wee Longway]

Dirty Chopper came with homicides

Full of bodies, fuck it, still shoot it

Snipers in my trunk on top of the roof

Whip up a brick, watch me turn it to two

I'm with the bullshit, fuck your crew

Pour my Tuss in Double Cups

Dressed up in blue with the tommy gun

Handgun came with a Cinnabon

We ain't got none else to talk about

Got GPS Bullets gone find yo location

Hop out and pop it they dreaded like Haitians

Put a curfew on your block like I'm on probation

Throwin' up the hood like a Mason

Mr. Blue Benjamin paid for the case

Jackie Tan whip it in the pan, saw you Ricki Lake

A boot of molly get your shooter shot

Boys in the hood bandana like Pac

But Cutie Pies get you First 48

Yellow Tape it closed, casket your face

Momma yellin' KID yo baby

Pull up shooting' Houdini in a Blue Mercedes

Bangin' Blue Red like I'm in the 80's

Let my bitch shoot the stick call her Tomb Raider

Send a hit at you pricks call me Longway Barbosa

(Longway Bitch)