Running Man (feat. RK)

Fly into Neverland

Brand new .38 and it never jam

Three eight like butter on my bread and jam

Hit the running man

I'ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man

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

I'ma 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 puttin' 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 on the manners

Police freeze that from the camera

I'ma smoke like Green Lantern

Smokin' our new ops on Saturn'

Shorty got a man, that don't really matter

I've seen real **** turn into fake ****

Seen lil' **** growin' up to spank ****

And if you don't know my team, then you late, ****

We the ones with your bitch, chillin' by the lake, ****

He was sleepin', heard the shots, he awake

If I'm on your black I'm shootin'

At somebody get him baked

I'ma cook 'em like a cake

Bullets faster than the runner, if I hit him then it's fate

But thats just the way we play, ****

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

I'ma 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

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

I'ma 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

I'ma 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 about countin' up a hundred bands

Shorty say I'm so fly like I'm Peter Pan

Said she wanna take a ride off to Neverland

When it's time, I'ma 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, I'ma hit him, that's regardless

Look around me, all you see is monsters

My black cloudy, new ganja

Every man hot sauce, we lava

Sell a lotta food like we Loblaws

Don't diss me, you don't want drama

Gotta lama, he'll deal with you proper

I'ma 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

I'ma 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

I'ma 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

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

I'ma 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