Nigeria (feat. Gucci Mane & PeeWee Longway) - Young Thug

Guwop, Guwop, Longway, Longway, Quavo Ridin' in the 'Rari man, I'm gettin' my swerve on No limit trapper, call me Mr. Serv-On Talkin' on the cellphone, real real hood Junkies hit the dope and say it's real real good Ridin' in a 'Rari man, I'm gettin' my swerve on Talkin' on the phone, call me Mr. Serve on Junkies hit the dope and say it's real real good PeeWee, Quavo, Gucci say we real, real hood Ain't no limit to this shit Hella business with this shit And that bitch ain't worth a dime, I got some pennies for that bitch Hit the dentist with the bitch Got a grill it for the bitch You know I dip my hoes in diamonds, pay 9 mili for the bitch Spell Guwop in all capital letters cause I'm really rich You a disgrace to your family, you know your son a snitch You was mistaken to be born man, you shoulda been a bitch Niggas know not try to walk cause Gucci man straight mafioso Got one baby, 10 baby mamas, Gucci like la vida loco And he worth 10 million, what he doin' in the Coco Loco? Foxy lady in the Lambo, man that was 2000 fizzo I lost my mind, I drop my top, you find it call me four oh fizzo Silkk the Shocker chopper I get lots of guala Pull up in that gray Audi, look like a koala Green pinky ring, yea, it look like avacado Yup, yellow diamond chain, call it Troy Polamalu Gucci CEO, young Quavo a trap scholar I got the bricks yesterday, finesse the plug tomorrow Niggas in the hood - they be pitchin' enchiladas Got hundreds of soldiers, my niggas get boulders You pushin' llas My niggas in 'Rovas, my nigga be remixing Coca My nigga got eggbeater spatula, my niggas, they play with the soda You a fuck nigga, you'll fold over I knew you couldn't handle the pressure My Mac-90 come with compressor Got black and white diamonds, Cruella Junkies at my door, they need that white girl just to feel good They call me Mr. Serve on, 'Rari's smash and swerve on 'em Keep work, I don't search for none Three amigos, I purchase from Got a bad bitch and her purse salon I mean Céline, I'm on lean Uno Dos cup my styrofoam On the same shit Lil Thugger from But I'm piped up in camouflage forms 100k for me to whip up Ferrari cars and a Bent' truck Longway on dope boy shit yuh Drop Narcs and pick up racks uh Smokin' on stuffed crust swishers Longway you a neighborhood crip, huh? Banging on Slauson Ave, duh Longway don't need no pass, yea Dump it down now where she ask, playa

Rollin' round juugin P's I'm a rollin' pharmacist I'll serve you lean I'm rollin' round juugin P's I'm a rollin' pharmacist I'll serve you lean (1: PeeWee Longway) I ain't neva seen a nigga like me where he at where he from I'd like to meet him I'm a rolling stone cookin' with the rolly on 32 shots in my nina I'm a rolling stone got my rolly pollie on fuck it not Kafima and Katrina Shots of gas bags in the beamer Pussy bald head like leukemia Watch me set it off like Khadijah Stuffing my cigar with the diesel Pull up jump off with the Keisha See you out dea' i need my moneefa Puerto Rican on need a visa Dope white name Mona Lisa Frank white head shot Tito Longway not Carlito Boot up off the molly I don't fuck with the easy hoes Watch 9-1-1 got it out the repo Trap house naw bitch I'm trappin' rollin stizzle Gas bags I got them bitches going for the lizzo Fake shot glass and have them J's at the dizzo I'm runnin them I'm a mob boss calling me Sunny I'm connected with the pharm-ist got them pints by the hundreds Whole lot of z notes rubberbandin' my hunnits Still makin drug deals out the trunk of my Honda Leanin of a double seal like im dumber than dumber Rollin off a molly pill tryna fuck with your mama 2: PeeWee Longway I'm servin you Xanax to lean the neighborhood pharm-ist i'll serve you coedine My bitch she servin up P's in five different bags that go by saline She speak different languages but she Portuguese She drop in the fishes then whip it up in grease My trap house but her name on the lease We might get married like Nas and Kelis My bad I'm trippin' I'm back on my G Mad black the forgies and SRT8 the jeep Just got an endorsement from servin' the lean Double R Royces I roll them in fleets My trap house stay rollin' I'm never off beat I'm baggin up pounds to a new C Note beat Trapper and rapper still strapped with them hammer (I make the dope dance like I'm MC Hammer x2) Chopin' up pharmists I'm servin you the grammar And lean I get it from over the counter Chopin' up pharmists with cameras like Tony Montana And choppas with clips like bananas