[Intro]
I am a Lost Boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
Like, what
Grrah, grrah

[Verse 1: DD Osama]
We gon' go to the opps
We gon' creep on they block (On bro)
Catch a Flock, you hearin' them shots (Grah)
If you fuck up, it's me and my knocks (Grah)
And I do it for bro, like, bitch
We some 'ooters, we takin' they souls
Notti with me, I say throw, he gon' throw
That's the end of your life, if you 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
You drop my O, you get turned to a pack
On bro, just chill, if we see thе opps, just pass me the steel
I'ma geek, I'ma pop me a pill
Whеn everything dead, yeah, I be on y'all field

[Verse 2: Notti Osama]
Like, no, I can't lack, gotta bring me a heater (Grah Grah)
Pop out the dark, 'cause them n***a ain't seen us
Hop out, all black, and we ski'ed up
DOAK, tell them n***as come see us (DOAK)
I keep shootin' 'til I'm going deaf
We go kuu with the deuce, better show me respect (Grah Grah)
We gon' do him like JB, one shot to the neck
Yus Gz should've died, he got hit in his chest
Like, how many n***as gon' die?
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
DD, wait, just pass me the grip
And we smokin' on Rippy, that shit got a kick
[Bridge: Sugarhill Dede]
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, boom
Gang, OY, OG
Gang, grrah, grrah

[Verse 3: Sugarhill Dede]
Benzo be punchin' my brain
I was late night, trynna 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 im throwing like 6
Die 4, Die 5, Die 6
Mel pop out, he wavin' the stick
Zay told me, "Don't hop out, chill"
I'm going kuu when I step in the field
Like, fuck it, let's go on a drill
Run up on me, n***a, you gettin' killed
In the streets I be movin' too tact
Run up on me, it go brrd brrt bat
Talkin' on bro you get packed
Kay pop out and he wavin' the strap