[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 shit”
Scotty keep on telling me,-
“Lil’ Peewee, snipe this bitch”
‘Tony Montana’ shit, tiger stripe, all in my whip
‘Hannah Montana’ shit, the only thing that I can whip
They finally don’ freeze his wrist, now here come all types of extra shit
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 slut
She ain’ wan’ do-it’, when the bitch 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’ bitch
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’ bitch
‘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’ bitch
I’m higher than a sumn-a’ bitch

[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 bitches exotic, suckin’ the dick… Without bendin’ backwards
‘Please don't blow my capsule’
I’m high as a sumn’-bitch; Molly ‘on me’
One eye, on this bitch; I’m watching’ her
Slick Rick, ‘can't steal my money’
Fuck a fiesty bitch, 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’ bitch
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’ bitch
‘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’ bitch
I’m higher than a sumn-a’ bitch