"Peter Pan" lyrics
(feat. DD Osama & SugarHill Dede)
[DD Osama:]
We gon' go to the opps
We gon' creep on they block
Catch a flock, you hearin' them shots
If you fuck up, it's me and my knocks
And I do it for bro, bitch, we some 'ooters we takin' they souls
Notti with me I say throw he gon' throw
That's the end of ya life if ya don't got a pole, like
Move home, that's a fact, bro in the spot and he droppin' the hat
Don't move, it get whack, dropping my O he get turned to a pack
On bro, just chill, we see the opps just pass me the steel
I'mma geek I'mma pop me a pill
When everything dead, yea I be on ya field
[Notti Osama:]
Like no I can't lack gotta bring me a heater
Pop out the dark yeah them nigga ain't seen us
Hop out, all black and we ski'd up
DOA K tell them niggas come see us
I keep shooting till I'm going deaf
Move cool with the deuce better show me respect
We gon' do him like JB one shot to the neck
Yus Gz shoulda died he got hit in his chest
Like how many niggas done died
Spin to the opps nobody survive
Matt Sav got put in the sky
If I catch a flocka I'm lettin' it fly
Spin through got the gun on my hip
One false move he get turned to a spliff
DEDE, wait, just pass me the grip
And we smoking on Rippy that shit got a kick
[SugarHill Dede:]
Grra, grra grra boom, grra grra boom
Gang, OY, OG, gang, grrah grrah
Benzo be punching my brain
I was late night tryna catch me a stain (Benzo)
Fuckin' ya bitch on the main, Notti be flockin' he putting in pain
Don't talk shit, like, spin through ya block and I'm throwing like six
Die four, Die 5ive, Die Six, Mel pop out and he wavin' the stick
Zay told me don't hop out, chill
I'm going Kuu when I step in the Ville
Like fuck it, let's go on a drill
Run up on me nigga you gettin' killed
In the streets I be movin' too tac, run up on me it go brrd bat
Talkin' on bro you get packed
Kay pop out and he wavin' the strap
We gon' go to the opps
We gon' creep on they block
Catch a flock, you hearin' them shots
If you fuck up, it's me and my knocks
And I do it for bro, bitch, we some 'ooters we takin' they souls
Notti with me I say throw he gon' throw
That's the end of ya life if ya don't got a pole, like
Move home, that's a fact, bro in the spot and he droppin' the hat
Don't move, it get whack, dropping my O he get turned to a pack
On bro, just chill, we see the opps just pass me the steel
I'mma geek I'mma pop me a pill
When everything dead, yea I be on ya field
[Notti Osama:]
Like no I can't lack gotta bring me a heater
Pop out the dark yeah them nigga ain't seen us
Hop out, all black and we ski'd up
DOA K tell them niggas come see us
I keep shooting till I'm going deaf
Move cool with the deuce better show me respect
We gon' do him like JB one shot to the neck
Yus Gz shoulda died he got hit in his chest
Like how many niggas done died
Spin to the opps nobody survive
Matt Sav got put in the sky
If I catch a flocka I'm lettin' it fly
Spin through got the gun on my hip
One false move he get turned to a spliff
DEDE, wait, just pass me the grip
And we smoking on Rippy that shit got a kick
[SugarHill Dede:]
Grra, grra grra boom, grra grra boom
Gang, OY, OG, gang, grrah grrah
Benzo be punching my brain
I was late night tryna catch me a stain (Benzo)
Fuckin' ya bitch on the main, Notti be flockin' he putting in pain
Don't talk shit, like, spin through ya block and I'm throwing like six
Die four, Die 5ive, Die Six, Mel pop out and he wavin' the stick
Zay told me don't hop out, chill
I'm going Kuu when I step in the Ville
Like fuck it, let's go on a drill
Run up on me nigga you gettin' killed
In the streets I be movin' too tac, run up on me it go brrd bat
Talkin' on bro you get packed
Kay pop out and he wavin' the strap
