Excuses lyrics

[Intro]
(Excuses, excuses, n*gga got too many excuses)
(Excuses, excuses, n*gga got too many excuses)

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I’m your boyfriend favorite rapper, n*gga from Atlanta
Wanna take-a picture with me; Like, "‘Scuse me"
(Excuse me)
I’mma catch that box, I’mma whip that brick
n*gga can’t go broke, no excuses (Go to work then)
'50' on my wrist, caught your b*tch 'susie-choosy'
Sent your b*tch back home, with excuses
("I was with her"; "I was with him")
("I was with her"; "I was with him")
I’mma get the money, no excuses
I’mma wake up and trap, no excuses
If yo' b*tch can’t catch the box then she useless
I’mma sip on 'Tussionex', by the 'dueces'
Wake up, get back at it, no excuses
I just want that money, no excuses
("No excuses, baby")
Pull up in a 'Rari, red, crucial
'Tussionex' on me, young n*gga leanin' off a 'deuce'
Rattle, looking like a 'Donk' trunk coming thru'
Rose gold Forgiatos mounted, 'deuce' 'deuce'
[Verse 1]
'Blue Benjamins', in my pocket, they stuffed, 'Bruce Bruce'
Me and my n*ggas stay down till' they bust out, what it do?
Trappin' and rappin', we gone make it happen, no excuses
'Bombs' in the cabinet, choppa' came with machete
Young n*gga, get the package, trap it at 7-11
Momma said, 'I gotta be back in, 'fore 11'
No excuses, 'Many Men', I’m feelin' like '50' and 'Lucci'
45 days, free 'Gucci'!
Half way home, n*gga half way out
Your baby daddy, singin’ all my songs in the house
Standin’ in the mirror, like a b*tch!
Got yo' hoe sayin', "Why you on Longway di*k!?"
Ya'll makin' Longway Rich, b*tch!
Ya'll makin' Longway kick, get off his di*k
b*tch mumbling under her breath, got di*k on her kiss
"Longway f*ck like he 6'6"!"
'Ferragamo' buckle, I ain't cuff no b*tch
Drop the top, I’m in a 6-4, hit-switch
Rol’y on my wrist, 'Longway Bernie-Mitch'
I don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, Sixth Sense
Why a pus*y n*gga playin’? Got six cents…
I’mma let the 30 send him six feet
Ain’t no excuses, free 'Big Meech'
Longway-El Chapo, Peewee
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I’m your boyfriend favorite rapper, n*gga from Atlanta
Wanna take-a picture with me; Like, "‘Scuse me…"
(Excuse me)
I’mma catch that box, I’mma whip that brick
n*gga can’t go broke, no excuses (Go to work then)
'50' on my wrist, caught your b*tch 'susie-choosy'
Sent your b*tch back home, with excuses
("I was with her"; "I was with him")
("I was with her"; "I was with him")
I’mma get the money, no excuses
I’mma wake up and trap, no excuses
If yo' b*tch can’t catch the box, then she useless
I’mma sip on 'Tussionex', by the 'dueces'
Wake up, get back at it, no excuses
I just want that money, no excuses
("No excuses, baby")
Pull up in a 'Rari, red, crucial
'Tussionex' on me, young n*gga leanin' off a 'deuce'
Rattle, looking like a 'Donk' trunk coming thru'
Rose gold Forgiatos mounted, 'deuce' 'deuce'

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
'50 ball', on a n*gga 'wrist game'
This the purest you can get it, since '80's Cane'
Ain’t no more excuses, why you ain’t makin' your wrist gold?
Sippin' and spillin’ ‘Nex, while I’m smokin on Nabisco (Lean, Lean!)
Too many excuses, why you be screaming you ain't rich, hoe
Boy, she got baby pus*y, but a fool suckin’ di*k though
Got a 'lil boyfriend', pulling up pulling’ kick-doors?
I got the 'F&N', I’mma' blow off a big toe
I say what I wanna' say, I '@' any n*gga, like Pac
n*ggas tryin' play, i'm into the scenes, so I scene it on out
(n*gga scenin' out, he don't even die)
f*ck what they sayin', imma pull up on the scene Hangin’ like a bandit
I could make a band, [?]
pus*y n*gga got a face card, like 'Frendie'
Twitter n*gga sayin’
Yeah, he Officer Freeman ("Gtrhooahw!!!")
Hit his ass! right there where he standing
("Goohgw!!!")
"Longway?- Yeah, he hard to manage"
Standing in the kitchen, trappin' that pack up out the cabinet
'Zippers' out zippers and them 'Xannies'
'Jackie Tan' a make that b*tch jump up right up out her panties
You a think she managed
Got too many chances to throw the 'Bomb', like Madden (Touchdown)
You would think Longway from Cali'
Longway, b*tch!
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I’m your boyfriend favorite rapper, n*gga from Atlanta
Wanna take-a picture with me; Like, "‘Scuse me"
(Excuse me)
I’mma catch that box, I’mma whip that brick
n*gga can’t go broke, no excuses (Go to work then)
'50' on my wrist, caught your b*tch 'susie-choosy'
Sent your b*tch back home, with excuses
("I was with her"; "I was with him")
("I was with her"; "I was with him")
I’mma get the money, no excuses
I’mma wake up and trap, no excuses
If yo' b*tch can’t catch the box then she useless
I’mma sip on 'Tussionex', by the 'dueces'
Wake up, get back at it, no excuses
I just want that money, no excuses
("No excuses, baby")
Pull up in a 'Rari, red, crucial
'Tussionex' on me, young n*gga leanin' off a 'deuce'
Rattle, looking like a 'Donk' trunk coming thru'
Rose gold Forgiatos mounted, 'deuce' 'deuce'