No Alibi lyrics

[Interlude 2x: Peewee Longway]
b*tch been gone all night, she been with me
She ain't gon' have no alibi
b*tch been gone all night, she been with me
She ain't gon' have no alibi

[Hook: Peewee Longway]
Got a n*gga main b*tch takin' di*k
Got anotha' n*gga b*tch with the sh*t
I got anotha' n*gga b*tch tag a boot
I got anotha' n*gga b*tch switcharoo
This b*tch, with the sh*t, that's my b*tch
Yo b*tch, ain't yo b*tch, that's my b*tch
Take a b*tch, flip a b*tch, that's my sh*t
You can't Leave yo b*tch around me, I'm hirin'

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Hundred bands in my pocket, you can see that I'm loaded
European clothin', tailor made for me only
Alligator giuseppe made for me and me only
Got ya b*tch bringing in the bands, me and me only

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Trap spot buggin', it's just me and me only
Same spot doin' numbers, it's just me and my homie
When I was broke, who was there? It was me and me only
She surf around on that meat like a piece of bologna
She reach fa' what she wanted, that car you drive you lease for the moment
Every car I drive boy I own it, every time I'm high you can tell that it's on me
Walk by, they smell it on me
Talk like the killas on me
The boss life, I live it, homie
Work for my parents and children only
[Hook: Peewee Longway]
This b*tch, with the sh*t, that's my b*tch
Yo b*tch, ain't yo b*tch, that's my b*tch
Take a b*tch, flip a b*tch, that's my sh*t
You can't leave yo b*tch around me, I'm hirin'

[Verse 3: Peewee Longway]
My swagger too dope I'm walking, I'm a dealer guiseppe
Took a n*gga main b*tch and turned her to Becky
I be the freshest, VV my necklace , European tailor made for me and me only
Yo baby mama so addicted, get yo broke ass on
I front her two bands of strong, set up shop at yo home
Wrap up the box and it's gone, no signature from me on it
Took yo b*tch she wit the sh*t, she head splits for me only

[Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan]
You ain't have no alibi
I've been gon' for three days, but I can't tell' em why
I've been movin nothing but that weight call it exercise
Like telling on your partner gets you less of time
Thinking he came for your support that n*gga testified
[?]
I still f*ck with the hood I could run him over
Top drop, in a foreign car, b*tch don't tell me no
Drop cop in a hotbox, yea I'm runnin over every n*gga in front of me
Can't duplicate, only one of me
Got a stupid face, made a hundred G's
In two days it ain't take a week
Five Rolexs' wasting time on it
Broke n*gga penny pinching, keep your eyes on him
[Hook: Peewee Longway]
This b*tch, with the sh*t, that's my b*tch
Yo b*tch, ain't yo b*tch, that's my b*tch
Take a b*tch, flip b*tch, that's my sh*t
You can't Leave yo b*tch around me, I'm hirin'

[Verse 5: Peewee Longway]
Juggin' gas bags and Peruvian blocks
Givenchy chinchilla got special made from a fox
Two hundred bands I had to drop for my top
Only one I got from whippin extras up out the pot
She said I'm [?] so I bought a yacht to park in the lot
Yea you're b*tch a [?] I told that ho to fire up the pot
2Pac I got the juice [?]
Hundred and one dalmatians Guiseppes a hundred a spot

[Verse 6: Rich Homie Quan]
Heat up the pot, feds creepin', sneakin', and watchin'
I'm geekin' on Scotty, n*gga know me and Peewee we bout it
Aye we bout it, aye we bout it
Aye we bout it we bout it we bout it
Tell them n*ggas we bout it, tell them n*ggas, tell them n*ggas
We bout it, we bout it, we bout it, we bout it, we bout it, we bout it
Tell them n*ggas we bout it