Running Man

Lyrics

[Intro: Casper TNG] Uh, fly into Neverland Brand new .38 and it never jam Three eight like butter on my bread and jam Hit the running man I'ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man Ayy [Chorus: Casper TNG] Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland Brand new .38 and it never jam Three eight like butter on my bread and jam No trace, no case, I just hit the dash I'ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man Pull up on his block, hit the running man Best believe I'm right behind with my gun in hand [Verse 1: Casper TNG] We the ones putting up new cameras Do a drill then swap for the hammer We the ones, big chains, can't jam us We the ones got downtown onto madness Police, freeze, dance for the camera And I smoke like green lantern Smoking on new opps on Saturn Shawty got a man, that don't really matter I've seen real niggas turn into fake niggas Seen lil' niggas growing up to spank niggas And if you don't know my team then you late, nigga We the ones with your bitch chilling by the lake, nigga He was sleeping, heard the shots, he awake If I'm on your block, I'm shooting unless somebody get him baked I'ma cook 'em like a cake Bullets faster than a runner, if I hit him then it's fate But that's just the way we play, nigga [Chorus: Casper TNG] Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland Brand new .38 and it never jam Three eight like butter on my bread and jam No trace, no case, I just hit the dash I'ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man Pull up on his block, hit the running man Best believe I'm right behind with my gun in hand Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland Brand new .38 and it never jam Three eight like butter on my bread and jam No trace, no case, I just hit the dash I'ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man Pull up on his block, hit the running man Best believe I'm right behind with my gun in hand [Verse 2: RK] I'ma make the whole crowd do the running man Black gloves, black mask, no evidence Then it's back to the trap, do my money dance What you know 'bout counting up hunnid bands? Shawty say I'm so fly like I'm Peter Pan Said she want to take a ride off to Neverland When it's time, I'ma ride with my gun in hand Pull up on your block, hit the running man To be honest, I'm a trapaholic Tell me, "Get him'', I'ma hit him, that's regardless Paper around me, all I see is monsters My block cloudy, new ganja Every man hot sauce, we lava Sell 'lotta food like we Loblaws Don't diss me, you don't want trauma Gotta llama, deal with you proper I'ma make the whole crowd do the running man Black gloves, black mask, no evidence Then it's back to the trap, do my money dance Then it's back to the trap, do my money dance I'ma make the whole crowd do the running man Black gloves black mask no evidence Then it's back to the trap, do my money dance Then it's back to the trap, do my money dance [Chorus: Casper TNG] Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland Brand new .38 and it never jam Three eight like butter on my bread and jam No trace, no case, I just hit the dash I'ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man Pull up on his block, hit the running man Best believe I'm right behind with my gun in hand Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland Brand new .38 and it never jam Three eight like butter on my bread and jam No trace, no case, I just hit the dash I'ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man Pull up on his block, hit the running man Best believe I'm right behind with my gun in hand