Neverland ft. Tae Garcons Lyrics

Never on the rock, never on the roll I just made a play, I went west to north

She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me

Skirt off going 140, yeah fuck the police

Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie, I've been getting racks, yeah, living in disguise

Pouring up a four, yeah, bought another pint, I got a new side, brought her to my high rise

Yeah, I'm pouring tris, bitch, bout to pour up, pass me the cream soda, quick, I didn't roll up

For you to smoke the whole zip, why you tote your gun just to get hit with my full clip

Oh, fuck, yeah, that shit over oh, your slut, she's with us, in the back of the boulder

Hit that squad, givin' top, ride us like a coaster

Rode us like a bike, why the fuck you wife that hoe, yeah

Sorry, baby, girl, yeah, I got to lie I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise

I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try

Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock

Oh, we got the Runtz, you see it in my eyes

Yeah, I'm faking no disguise, she in the corner, sniffing lines

Money coming, pink and blue and green

My bitch want some new teeth, my eyes too red, need visine

I'm in Neverland, never let her go

Give a fuck about money, bitch, I throw that shit on the floor

What the fuck these niggas want from me, I don't even know

In that track hawk Jeep, I go

Where my diamonds, no snow

In Montana, like I'm Joe

I'ma throw some bullets at you

Never on the rock, never on the roll

Bad foreign thot told her I can't love her

She was down east, you'll go broke kickin' it with me

Got a lock with a g, yeah I aim that bitch from three

Got me talking to the devil, yeah, I'm sippin' lean

I tried paying attention, but it paid me

Walked in Margiela for kicks, huh, shopping spree

I don't ever shop Saks Fifth, I go right to Neiman's

Ran a bag, yeah, yeah at SoHo

Spent the bag, no, I don't shop no mall

Paradise on an island, Ico

Pull up on her right, in a Bentley Bentayga

You got me dozing off, I've been on so many drugs

We pull Smith n Wesson, out the holsters

Yeah, I always keep my firearm, I don't know you

Sorry, baby girl, yeah, I got to lie

I've been getting racks, yeah, yeah, living in disguise

I've been getting racks, yeah, now I don't even have to try

Yeah, she came to us, so I passed the rock