Forever Young
(Okay, the fuck)
Ayy, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway (TYDAVID)
All my money multiplyin', I'm runnin' up these bands
Summer nights, forever young just like Peter Pan
Cops askin' but I'm never ever tellin' man
Run up on him then he runnin' like the runnin' man
Prada and Versace all on my body
Hear the ambulance, there goes another body
Pull up on you then I kill you, John Gotti
Show lil' shawty my ice like it's hockey, now she my shawty
Showin' my bands gon' make her dance
She said that she was married, now she takin' off her pants
Low-key, forgot her name but she tellin' her friends
The next day I do show in Puerto Rico, fuck her friends
Don't worry, I ain't gon' fuck your ho lil' bro
Just saw her tuck her meat, that's a bro lil' bro
Same motherfucker talkin' shit online
Then when I pull up at meet and greet you first in line
Gotta stay consistent, gotta stay persistent
Motherfucker gon' listen, shawty gimme kissin'
Far Cry like blissin', rap game was shit
Realized I was better than them, they placed a hit (um)
All my money multiplyin', I'm runnin' up these bands
Summer nights, forever young just like Peter Pan
Cops askin' but I'm never ever tellin' man
Run up on him then he runnin' like the runnin' man
Ayy, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway (TYDAVID)
All my money multiplyin', I'm runnin' up these bands
Summer nights, forever young just like Peter Pan
Cops askin' but I'm never ever tellin' man
Run up on him then he runnin' like the runnin' man
Prada and Versace all on my body
Hear the ambulance, there goes another body
Pull up on you then I kill you, John Gotti
Show lil' shawty my ice like it's hockey, now she my shawty
Showin' my bands gon' make her dance
She said that she was married, now she takin' off her pants
Low-key, forgot her name but she tellin' her friends
The next day I do show in Puerto Rico, fuck her friends
Don't worry, I ain't gon' fuck your ho lil' bro
Just saw her tuck her meat, that's a bro lil' bro
Same motherfucker talkin' shit online
Then when I pull up at meet and greet you first in line
Gotta stay consistent, gotta stay persistent
Motherfucker gon' listen, shawty gimme kissin'
Far Cry like blissin', rap game was shit
Realized I was better than them, they placed a hit (um)
All my money multiplyin', I'm runnin' up these bands
Summer nights, forever young just like Peter Pan
Cops askin' but I'm never ever tellin' man
Run up on him then he runnin' like the runnin' man
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Writer(s): Callaway Redd
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