For Granted - Pee Wee Longway

Please don’t take this hit for granted\nLongway, Longway\n(I got Kino on the beat)\nPlease don’t take this hit for granted\nI done seen a main bitch leave a nigga stranded\nCouple hunchos make her take off her panties\nLost a couple racks, tryna get it back to Cali'\nGet it right back, burnt out two addies\nI just might go and buy myself two Pateks\nLookin' at my wrist, you gon' need two glasses\nThick shit, thick shit, got two asses\nI’ma hit both of 'em, multitasking\nI’m just dripped in so much fashion\nYoung nigga Geico gang, go crash it\nTrap 'za bags, but I break down candy\nTwenty-four/seven, got the backdoor whamming\nFrom the A to the Bay, we got bricks, in New York, hit the bitch house, fuck,\nand go trap in the 'Iami\nTwo Maybach trucks, two Crip blue Lammies, two big black trucks full of bitches\nand candies\nCall me Peewee, got the name from my granny (Longway)\nI charge a fee for the rappin' and sendin'\nSixty ball stuffed in my Mike 'Miri skinny\nI like 'em thick, but the lil' booty matters\nShe eat up the dick off the boot and the Addy\nGotta move out the A, I done blew all the addies\nI done called all the plays, I got way too much trappin'\nI’m tryna get packs, but they do too much rappin'\nRick Owen, Dior, I’m just trappin' in fashion\nChane' and Dior, let your bitch fill the basket\nI pop a tag, ain’t doin' no askin'\nI bust a bag, ain’t swipin' no plastic\nOne flip of the Sprinklez, this shit gigantic\nLongway gon' up it, ain’t never gon' panic\nNiggas be sleepin' like they takin' Xannies\nPlease don’t take this shit for granted\nLongway, bitch\nI done seen a main bitch leave a nigga stranded\nCouple hunchos make her take off her panties\nLost a couple racks, tryna get it back to Cali'\nGet it right back, burnt out two addies\nI just might go and buy myself two Pateks\nLookin' at my wrist, you gon' need two glasses\nThick shit, thick shit, got two asses\nI’ma hit both of 'em, multitasking\nI’m just dripped in so much fashion\nYoung nigga Geico gang, go crash it\nTrap 'za bags, but I break down candy\nTwenty-four/seven, got the backdoor whamming\nFrom the A to the Bay, we got bricks, in New York, hit the bitch house, fuck,\nand go trap in the 'Iami\nTwo Maybach trucks, two Crip blue Lammies, two big black trucks full of bitches\nand candies