Peter Pan

I walk in the spot this shit getting litty yeah she shaking that
Glah Glah
Bad lil bitch think her name Brittany she really throw it back
They ain't toting no poles cuz they never throwing back
Clutch on grip when I feel like it's going bad
Looking for the opps like damn think I'm going mad
Fuck is they at he get sent to the

He get sent to the gates if he fuck with me
21 shots he won't make a recovery
Spin through they block like damn why they ducking me
Talk on the net but don't want to get up with me

Niggas be pussy they bluffing
Spin through they hood like I'm hunting
Throwing these shots give a fuck about punching
Talk about bread I get racks by the dozen
All about my bread I can't beef with an imposter
Sucking my dick but never been on the roster

How you gon do that
When I spin through they hood it's a new pack
Dead after dead it's like when they gon shoot back

Told Ja we next up
No more rainy days got to walk with your chest up
But these niggas got me fessed up
All on my dick just waiting for me to mess up
But I'm just getting started
Shopping at Saks scanning shit like its target
I gotta
Put a beam on my target
He gotta
Run when I start it

And on bro I can't wait till I'm popping
These bitches like Dior when the fuck are you dropping
Like bitch imma drop when I drop
Like damn it got when I flock

Like damn it got hot when I flock
Cannot get put in that box
I gotta chart
I gotta
I gotta chart to the top
If he got a problem I got the chops
Throwing these shots like rocks
Ain't never gon fight cuz these bullets gon box
1 2 Spark like Glah

I walk in the spot this shit getting litty yeah she shaking that
Glah Glah
Bad lil bitch think her name Brittany she really throw it back
They ain't toting no poles cuz they never throwing back
Clutch on grip when I feel like it's going bad
Looking for the opps like damn think I'm going mad
Fuck is they at he get sent to the

He get sent to the underground 6 feet under
Put that nigga in a blunt with his brother
If you bringing the rain I'm bringing the thunder
Kicking his shit like a punter
Told bro keep dumping
Don't Stop
Make that block rain with these shots
Causing pain on these blocks
The city on hots and we gon add the pot
Not politicking with niggas they stupid
This shit could get deeper than music
He want to talk on the net for amusement
Fuck the typing we could really get into it

Keep talking
We gon off him
Got a ooter in the back who tossing
That nigga sweet like cake no frosting
All that chatting now he in a coffin
Glah

I walk in the spot this shit getting litty yeah she shaking that
Glah Glah
Bad lil bitch think her name Brittany she really throw it back
They ain't toting no poles cuz they never throwing back
Clutch on grip when I feel like it's going bad
Looking for the opps like damn think I'm going mad
Fuck is they at he get sent to the



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