Bang

[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