For Granted lyrics

[Intro]
Please don't take this hit for granted
Longway, Longway
(I got Kino on the beat)
Please don't take this hit for granted

[Chorus]
I done seen a main b*tch leave a n*gga stranded
Couple hunchos make her take off her panties
Lost a couple racks, tryna get it back to Cali'
Get it right back, burnt out two addies
I just might go and buy myself two Pateks
Lookin' at my wrist, you gon' need two glasses
Thick sh*t, thick sh*t, got two asses
I'ma hit both of 'em, multitasking
I'm just dripped in so much fashion
Young n*gga Geico gang, go crash it
Trap 'za bags, but I break down candy
Twenty-four/seven, got the backdoor whamming
From the A to the Bay, we got bricks, in New York, hit the b*tch house, f*ck, and go trap in the 'Iami
Two Maybach trucks, two Crip blue Lammies, two big black trucks full of b*tches and candies

[Verse]
Call me Peewee, got the name from my granny (Longway)
I charge a fee for the rappin' and sendin'
Sixty ball stuffed in my Mike 'Miri skinny
I like 'em thick, but the lil' booty matters
She eat up the di*k off the boot and the Addy
Gotta move out the A, I done blew all the addies
I done called all the plays, I got way too much trappin'
I'm tryna get packs, but they do too much rappin'
Rick Owen, Dior, I'm just trappin' in fashion
Chane' and Dior, let your b*tch fill the basket
I pop a tag, ain't doin' no askin'
I bust a bag, ain't swipin' no plastic
One flip of the Sprinklez, this sh*t gigantic
Longway gon' up it, ain't never gon' panic
n*ggas be sleepin' like they takin' Xannies
Please don't take this sh*t for granted
Longway, b*tch
[Chorus]
I done seen a main b*tch leave a n*gga stranded
Couple hunchos make her take off her panties
Lost a couple racks, tryna get it back to Cali'
Get it right back, burnt out two addies
I just might go and buy myself two Pateks
Lookin' at my wrist, you gon' need two glasses
Thick sh*t, thick sh*t, got two asses
I'ma hit both of 'em, multitasking
I'm just dripped in so much fashion
Young n*gga Geico gang, go crash it
Trap 'za bags, but I break down candy
Twenty-four/seven, got the backdoor whamming
From the A to the Bay, we got bricks, in New York, hit the b*tch house, f*ck, and go trap in the 'Iami
Two Maybach trucks, two Crip blue Lammies, two big black trucks full of b*tches and candies