Peewee Longway - Dope Show lyrics

(Verse 1: Gucci Mane) 1017 Dreamteam Eating them percocetes like they was baked beans I just gotta find out who got clean lean And gas weed and Miley C Peewee Longway with me that's my blood brother Two pints of P's on us so we mud brothers My life's a gangsta movie man I love colors I'm in a red Bentley Brookland it's just me and Thugga They say I'm getting skinny but all of my blunts stuffed Ain't nuthin' skinny but them skinnies on my bentley truck This molly really got me thow'd up in a Mulsanne backseat Pow'd up two three's of the codeine And feel im bout to OD I'm in a rari but I'm runnin from the police A carbon 15 on me and an ounce of OG These n***as say they know Gu-wop but they don't know me Ten G's of molly on me so i brought sand to the beach (Chorus:) I'm in a Ghost same color dope Feel like I just came here on a banana boat Come to my store, knock on my door Soon as I get rid of them I got plenty more Like Curtis Blow I got to blow Like Bruce Leroy I got to glow I do a show like I'm selling dope I rep for the hood it's a dope show (Verse:2 PeeWee Longway) Me and big Gu-wop servin them bricks of du-wop Them drummers south bricks to d-block They bookin' those shows for re-rock Money four door so now I'm re-routin Looking at a real dope boy with cleeves out Lebron James shooter trekkin what the heat brought Real dope boy finnessing with the sheet rock Feeling like Wayne put it on mamacita Hit the block break it down serve James Ether f** a thought with drop with the egg beater Pull up in a drop top with a damn nina C-Note say we not done counting 20's Me and Wop in a Bentley flying down 20 Pourin' mud so dark think we sippin' henny Got a b**h so bad call her dream of Jeannie (Chorus:) (Verse 3: Gucci Mane) Dope show doing shows like I'm sellin' dope I'm counting 300,000 now while she snorting coke She mix her coke with h**ne then she call it speed ballin' I mix my cookin' with OG I hear that weed callin' I'm on the phone slurring my words because the lean talking Sipping champagne shoppin' for jeans I'm at Neiman Marcus Trying on Giuseppes with a FN with a beam on it Smelling like I just smoked a half a pound of green homey The Trus got me looking lean homey They say the Robins looking mean homey But I ain't sticky cut some lean on it They say I'm picky bout' my weed homey These n***as trick u with the lean I buy PT's only These n***as k**in' what they eat homey They'll treat you like a piece of meat homey So don't get butchered in the street homey I ain't had no work in like 2 weeks homey I gotta feed the streets plus Gu-wop gotta eat homey (Chorus:)