Lost Boy

Lyrics

[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