Don’t Blow My Capsule lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Longway]
‘Peewee Fonzarelli’, draped up; like I’m Slick Rick

[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway]
Please don't blow my capsule
I'm first class flight, to NASA
.4-5 tucked and extended
On Miley Cyrus wiggin’
Scotty keep on telling me to,-
“D.C snipe, some sh*t”
Scotty keep on telling me,-
“Lil’ Peewee, snipe this b*tch”
‘Tony Montana’ sh*t, tiger stripe, all in my whip
‘Hannah Montana’ sh*t, the only thing that I can whip
They finally don’ freeze his wrist, now here come all types of extra sh*t
Aston Martin, with to-ma-toe guts
Foreign freak, with a nice round butt
One watch ‘Plain-Jane’; one watch ‘ice’d out’
My ice hit, like a J, in a light house
Smoking on ‘Obama’ with Obama, in the White-House
Good gas, weed; John Travolta, take your face off
Got good head; damn-right ‘I took her face off’
Can't go wrong, with a nasty sl*t
She ain’ wan’ do-it’, when the b*tch was boujee
Molly, gas and lean… She’ll make a ‘movie’
[Chorus: PeeWee Longway]
Please don't blow my capsule, I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch
This capsule got me feeling like, ‘I'm too legit to quit’
Please don't blow my capsule, I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch
‘Peewee-Fonzarelli’, draped up, like I’m Slick Rick
Please don't blow my capsule
Don’t blow my capsule
Please don't blow my capsule, I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch
I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Tom Ford Leather, cooler than Fonzarelli
Molly Sand-Tan on me, smoking OG; smell the aroma
California ‘Rrari on Forgi’s; I’m whippin’ it, bendin’ corna’s
Bad b*tches exotic, suckin’ the di*k… Without bendin’ backwards
‘Please don't blow my capsule’
I’m high as a sumn’-b*tch; Molly ‘on me’
One eye, on this b*tch; I’m watching’ her
Slick Rick, ‘can't steal my money’
f*ck a fiesty b*tch, I'm blowin’ so Roxy
I'm crippin' ‘Scotty’
Me and my posse, 30 and up
We some rowdy, ‘big bodies’
Boot up and lickin’ the molly
Can't eat no Waffle House
‘Bobby-Brown’, on my teeth; I’m bitin’ down, on me; —not my style
My pockets deeper than a wishing well
I might boot up on this Foxy Brown, sand-tan molly, on me
Aaaaayye!
[Chorus: PeeWee Longway]
Please don't blow my capsule, I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch
This capsule got me feeling like, ‘I'm too legit to quit’
Please don't blow my capsule, I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch
‘Peewee-Fonzarelli’, draped up, like I’m Slick Rick
Please don't blow my capsule
Don’t blow my capsule
Please don't blow my capsule, I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch
I’m higher than a sumn-a’ b*tch