Running Man

Fly into Neverland
Brand new .38 and it never jam
Aye aye like butter on my bread and jam
Hit the running man
Imma pull up on his block he hit the running man
Aye
Peter pan he gon' fly into Neverland
Brand new .38 and it never jam
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam
No trace no case i just hit the dash
Imma pull up on his block he hit the running man
All he hear is thirty shots when he running man
Pull up on his block hit the running man
Best believe i’m right behind with my gun in hand
We the ones putting up new cameras
Do a drill then swap for the hammer
We the ones big chains can’t jam us
We the ones got downtown onto madness
Police freeze that for the camera
And i smoke like green lantern
Smoking new opps on Saturn
Shawty got a man that don’t really matter
I’ve seen real niggas turn to fake niggas
Seen lil niggas growing up to spank niggas
And if you don’t know my team then you late nigga
We the ones with your bitch chilling by the lake nigga
Get a sneaky headshot 'till you wake
If i’m on your block then i’m shooting unless somebody get him baked
Imma cook em like a cake
Bullets faster than running but i hit him it’s fate
But that’s just the way we play nigga
Peter pan he gon' fly into Neverland
Brand new .38 and it never jam
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam
No trace no case i just hit the dash
Imma pull up on his block he hit the running man
All he hear is thirty shots when he running man
Pull up on his block hit the running man
Best believe i’m right behind with my gun in hand
Imma make the whole crowd do the running man
Black gloves black mask no evidence
Then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
What you know 'bout counting up hundred bands
Shawty say i’m so fly like i’m Peter Pan
Said she want to take a ride off to Neverland
When it’s time imma ride with my gun in hand
Pull up on your block hit the running man
To be honest i’m a trapaholic
Tell me get him imma hit him that’s regardless
Paper around me all i see is monsters
My block cloudy new ganja
Every man hot sauce we lava
Sell 'lotta food like we Loblaws
Don’t diss me you don’t want trama
Gotta lama deal with you proper
Imma make the whole crowd do the running man
Black gloves black mask no evidence
Then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
Then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
Imma make the whole crowd do the running man
Black gloves black mask no evidence
Then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
Then it’s back to the trap do my money dance
Peter pan he gon' fly into Neverland
Brand new .38 and it never jam
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam
No trace no case i just hit the dash
Imma pull up on his block he hit the running man
All he hear is thirty shots when he running man
Pull up on his block hit the running man
Best believe i’m right behind with my gun in hand