PETER PANS Lyrics

Get that green and hop on Peter pans

Send the boy to never never land

Bullets fly they never never land

Richer than my pops make that a trend

I like being ratchet with my friends

Keep a hatchet in the Benz

Front your move I do not recommend

Lami Cruise ain't mean to start a trend

Baby boo come swerve up through my ends

S Five Fifty digi-dashing and I'm switching lanes

Since the dawn of days broke niggas complain

I'm chewing mushrooms on a G Six that shit got me in a trance

You think he ya mans take a second glance

Word to wui riding out ain't talking Tour de France

Pull up ima light shit up and change the ambiance

Bitch I get bands bet I make your shorty do a dance

I keep a tan flare it if you run up on my fams

When I was backed down in that corner

Toke a risk I toke a chance

Doubt I go broke but if I did I'd run it up again

(Bam) Who don let these fucking goofies in

(Bam) Pussy stop chatting about it then

If bullets miss I hit ya bitch send her to Mary Magdalene

Like how you chatting bout a lifestyle you can't even comprehend

(Get that green and hop on Peter pans)

(Send that boy to never never land)

(Bullets fly hey never never land)