Lost Boy

[Intro]
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home (Yeah, uh)
There was a time when I was alone (Vybz Music)
Nowhere to go and no place to call home (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run
I'm on your ass, nigga, then you done
You want the smoke, nigga, hit your lungs
Hitters in the cut, nigga, turn me up
(Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up)
Yeah, uh
My bitch bad and she know what's up
I'm in the cut, gotta keep mine tucked
Run up on me, I'm gon' fuck shit up
(Fuck shit up, fuck shit up)
Yeah, uh
Thesе niggas, they never likе us
I got a drop, I got a opp
I'm tryna go shoot that shit up
I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with you
Tell these lil' niggas back up
And lil' cuz keep a strap tucked
Run up on me, get clapped up
Mask on, mask off like I'm Future
Glizzy got a clip look like a ruler
Jump out the car, J Neat gon' do it
Now a nigga twitchin', no, he ain't movin'
If you ain't shootin', nigga, better pass that
I'll cap a nigga 'cause a nigga cappin'
I'm in the Lane like I'm stuck in traffic
Niggas ain't eat, niggas, they fastin'
(Yeah, uh)
Get the money, yeah, I run up my jeans
Run it up, I'ma do what I please
'Member days turned two into three
Bad bitch and she stay on her knees
What you want, baby? Tell what you need
If you ridin', then we playin' for keeps
If you ridin', then we playin' for keeps

[Chorus]
Bitch, get low, gon' wine me now
This drip can't stop me now
And I love the way you shake it down
Them killers, they around me now
And they spinnin' round after round
And they blow you down after down
Bitch, get low, gon' wine me now
This drip can't stop me now
And I love the way you shake it down
And the killers, they around me now
And they goin' round after round
And they blow you down after down

[Verse 2]
Wanna make the cut, he ain't make it
All them killers with me, they Jamaican
And Somali
Don't forget, nigga, shout out all of my akhis
I'ma up the glizzy, then it's madness
I'ma up the glizzy, then it's tragic
Like Aaron Rodgers, I'ma pack him
Like Aaron Rodgers, I'ma pack him
They ain't even keepin' it real no more
They ain't even keepin' it trill no more
I ain't feelin' these niggas, I ain't feelin' these hoes
Run him down, chase his ass with a pole
Keep pushin', man, you know how it goes
Keep pushin', man, you know how it goes
(Yeah, yeah, uh)

[Chorus]
Bitch, get low, gon' wine me now
This drip can't stop me now
And I love the way you shake it down
Them killers, they around me now
And they spinnin' round after round
And they blow you down after down
Bitch, get low, gon' wine me now
This drip can't stop me now
And I love the way you shake it down
And the killers, they around me now
And they goin' round after round
And they blow you down after down