[Chorus: Evans Junior]

Hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand

Call me Peter Pan 'cause when I'm up I never land

Two-two two-two shots if a nigga tryna hate

All that, we gon' run up on these fakes

Hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand

Call me Peter Pan 'cause when I'm up I never land

Two-two two-two shots if a nigga tryna hate

All that, we gon' run up on these fakes

[Verse 1: S1]

Hop out of the beamer, man I'm geekin' off a xan

I just fucked a shorty, man she naughty, she a fan

I let her use her tongue, put my finger in her bum

Grab her tits, use her, uh, uh, give her all my cum

Shorty, man she naughty, baby bruck it for my team

If you're really with it will you hold this one for me?

I know the opps wan' take me too because I know the geeks

Pull up on them man, watch all them motherfuckers flee

They think they're better than me

Spent a thousand up on lean

Another thousand up on E

700 looking clean

Tell your girl 'come and see'

Doggy-doggy in the sheets

Fuck it up and then she leave

Fuck it up and then she leave

[Chorus: Evans Junior]

Hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand

Call me Peter Pan 'cause when I'm up I never land

Two-two two-two shots if a nigga tryna hate

All that, we gon' run up on these fakes

Hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand

Call me Peter Pan 'cause when I'm up I never land

Two-two two-two shots if a nigga tryna hate

All that, we gon' run up on these fakes

[Verse 2: Chuks]

Do you really got bro-bro's back?

It's a minor ting, [?]

Was a broad day drilling, mask on my face so I left no track

And it's always been gyallie on me, brilliant breast, excellent back

Pass and move, y'know like that

How many times have me been on your block on a minor ting, to link your bitch?

I ain't really gotta say too much, you don't wanna see bro-bro's corn in clips

I might get around in four door whips, bruck down wars, tape up your strips

My day, might shot that am or dished that shh and make that flip

[Chorus: Evans Junior]

Hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand

Call me Peter Pan 'cause when I'm up I never land

Two-two two-two shots if a nigga tryna hate

All that, we gon' run up on these fakes

Hopped out the beamer with two bottles in my hand

Call me Peter Pan 'cause when I'm up I never land

Two-two two-two shots if a nigga tryna hate

All that, we gon' run up on these fakes

[Verse 3: Reggie]

Take a man from this place

Take a man back to space

Don't really fuck with nobody

Bad B, show me your face

I've been a lost case, I've done jobs in churches

God forgive me (trust it!) had to finesse with amazing graze

Fuck opps, they don't want smoke (they don't want it)

Got [?]

Bad B want uh in her uh (Becky)

My cookie won't sleep cah that poom too woke

Bare white on my like snow on the pub