Phantom

[Chorus] I'm in a Phantom, with the gangnem On a shootin', now we're on the landin' 10 thou' for my youngin when he landin' Louis Vuitton, some Chrome Hearts and Lanvin Goin' hard, can't ever be a has-been 22 told me "keep rappin'" I got a firearm, fill it with action I'm in a Porsche, gettin' flashed by the cameras [Verse] All this 3G on me, I just left Hatton All these VVs on me, 'course I came patterned Make sure you make some money when you're squeezin' off your hammer Another paigon went jail, sendin' hits out in the slammer I'ma gеt to the bag, everything еlse doesn't matter And I buy Goyards for my squeezer so he can hold the hammer And I buy Chanel for my lady, she helped me in a mazza I said I wanna box, but had no money, I just ran off I might spend my club appearance money on ammo I'm in the booth workin', I don't play about my bankroll Size three in your runners and your two-piece Alo If you ain't got no motion, I don't wanna hear your hello I think I wanna fuck you, I been lookin' at your camel They know me up in Louis, I ain't takin' you to flannel Any of my lyrics that you've heard me say is factual And any of them niggas that I cheffed should take it personal Cappin' and your rappin', that means I don't got no verse for you Used Off-Whites, on that note, rest in peace to Virgil I know I done you wrong, but I never meant to hurt you 20 bits of heroin, my neighbour knows I'm servin' CC for your footwear, and I'll put them where your purse is And I guess it's death row if I ever get you Hermès I wanna make you happy, if I'm honest, you deserve it Still posted with the trappers and the niggas that be purgin' (Hm-mm) Respect to the steppers cah they do what they supposed to Get caught for that body, just know that you ain't comin' home soon And I know a nigga, all he wanna do is murder Put the G-Wagon in s-plus then we swerve off But, PTSD from all this outside and gang stuff Ain't had Dixie in a while, I'm eatin' sea bass in Atlanta I'm in Boobt in Miami, threw some thousands in the strip club Coulda gave that to my youngin, he's been itchin' for a spinner Only thing that I can promise is I'll put you in some rizla I don't want him in no limelight, I'ma tell him, "make a Finsta" Get a glizzy, put a switch on it, them trainers come out quicker And I heard 'bout what you said, so I guess you not my nigga I'm in the fiend's house, get the work, and then we chop it into fractions Spinnin' blocks, that's a package if we catch him I got credit in the streets, and these 7.62s give you nightmares [Chorus] I'm in a Phantom, with the gangnem On a shootin', now we're on the landin' 10 thou' for my youngin when he landin' Louis Vuitton, some Chrome Hearts and Lanvin Goin' hard, can't ever be a has-been 22 told me "keep rappin'" I got a firearm, fill it with action I'm in a Porsche, gettin' flashed by the cameras