StanWill - Peter Pan lyrics

Alright, yeah

Make sure you say I’m rich when you
Send me in yo group chat
Looking at the stars while I drive
Where my roof at? Feel like Nino
Heading to my city with some new jacks
Throw the buffys on while she suck it
With my cool-ass we do not beef
You just mad that yo bitch blew me
Holding on to high school clout?
You a big goofy
Telling bae my heart loyal but
She know my dick choosing
Me and gang tripping up at
We punch six movies i was counted out
Got ‘em tryna add me up now
Funny me and gang stayed down but we up now
I’ll knock the head off yo neck
Tryna touch mine yo bitch want a rapper
She gon’ do it for the one time
Bitch freak me out
All she wanna do is suck my balls
Telling model hoes
"It ain’t no fun unless you fuck my dawg"
Rich-ass dick, bitch
I spent two hunnid bucks on drawers
Was down on the score
Now we a hunnid up on y’all
All these racks, I could fuck around
Win the Wimbledon
Said the ShittyBoyz ain’t shitting?
You a simpleton
Everybody on my team scoring when
I dish to them
Only get one shot in life so I’m swishing it
I done blew the on my Jeep
Now I’m switching whips
I’ll light a opp house up
On some Christmas shit
I’m a sinner but my Diors
On some Christian shit
B22s tied up but I’m tripping, bitch
I don’t do no dick sucking
I don’t do no clique jumping
Brodie running ‘round mean-mugging
Tryna blick something
Made ten at ten-something
Paint step like Tim Duncan
Riding ‘round with tools on me
I ain’t tryna fix nothing
Sack on the floor? I’m jumping
In like a sleeping bag
Got the Glock tucked but Ju Sleaze
He’ll sleep his ass
Main bitch tryna beat me up
With my cheating-ass
SR to the damn T when we screeching pass
You could march around with a drum
Still won’t see a band
Ever since a boy I always knew
That I’ll be the man
I’ll up stick and stick him up
Let me see them hands
Flying around the D with green on
Me like I’m Peter Pan
Small Drac’, pretty bi huh, yeah, okay
Like, yeah, huh
Small Drac’, pretty bitch, and a big K
Next year it’s drop top Porsche
When I switch lanes
Bitches looking at the group like
"Who the fuck up the most?"
I been so deep in my
Bag that the duffel broke
Love when it’s chicken in my fingers, bitch
I’m Uncle Joe they ain’t put no pape’ in my
Pockets so it’s fuck these hoes
I can peep the fake love through my buffalos
I can talk sticks, no cap
Got a bunch of those
Mike Amiri pockets stuffed with
Blue strip onion rolls
On a giffy tour with gang-gang
If I hug the road
Six hunnid just to mean-mug
Through a Fendi tee
Bitch copy everything I do, she my mini me
Ain’t one in you but I swear it’s a M in me
Everything I wear wet as fuck
You can’t swim with me sBDSM, T double H-L
Gang affiliation
Got ‘em thinking that I can’t spell
Brodie ringing down the opp block
With that Drake Bell
Had to tell her, "I don’t chase hoes, bitch
I chase mail"

Ha ha, no cap though dumbass nigga
Yeah, huh, ShittyBoyz