Neverland

Lyrics

[Intro] Haha, I predicted all my— Haha Duh I predicted all my—, I'm the weatherman, bitch (313 Mafia) This bitch crazy It was rainin', but It was rainin', but, you know? Like Ha [Verse] I predicted all my sunny days like I'm the weatherman This bitch think I love her, she must live in Neverland They must hate me 'cause I'm doin' shit they never can Catch him stealin' from a list'll leave him with a severed hand She gon' rip me out it 'cause my fit cost seven bands Wouldn't fight my opposites if I had seven hands Sneakers came from Paris with a bitch I met in France You won't catch me tuckin' diamonds, bitch, I let 'em dance All the baddies I done hit should throw me up on Zeus Courtesy of Hutch, I still be cold inside my Goose What you make a month I probably poured inside my juice You can check our MRIs, it ain't no ho inside my group I'm with the Militia, catch me posted up with soldiers I dropped out of college, had more paper than my folders Pendants or my bitches, I don't even know what's colder Holy Bible or my bank account, don't know what's longer Fuck the human race, bitch, I'm a loner All you smell is zotti, zotti, zotti, I'm with stoners Funny how I dog his bitch but she gon' eat my boner Schwarzenegger or my Cartis, I don't know what's stronger Boy, I treat your bitch just like I own her Glocky in my Mike Amiri holster Your bitch want my heart, I'm not a donor I can only trust a ho as far as I can throw her Pull up, hundred rounder throw his team in the spittal Up around the floor, ain't no between or no middle Jeans might be blue but I got green in my denim You can't lock us out, we got the keys to the system I don't pose for pictures, I up cheese when I'm in 'em Got a couple tricks up in my sleeve, let me get 'em She got messy head, I put my seed in her dental Dog Shit Militia, smell like money, weed, and a kennel, haha All got our own, we don't share shit If we pull up striker, we can't spare shit In the Lab like Morty, I don't wear Ricks Knock the retina off your optic nerve if you stare, bitch Is they suckin' or they fuckin'? Forty ass to hoes Everytime we drop an opp, we pour our ass some fours Goldie Glocks, point it where his poridge at and blow Achieved everything I dreamed about, I'm soarin' past my goals, huh Bitch, Dog Shit Militia