Phantom

Ghost a bitch like Danny
I'm a phantom in the booth
How I'm stunting on em'
I might pull up in a suit
Balling on these niggas
I'm like Jordan with the flu
Couldn't break the ceiling
Now I'm standing on the roof
Don't got time for beef
All the homies getting fried
Said she down to fuck
I told that girl to get in line
Buddy stepping to me
Told that nigga step aside
I could never switch up on the real ones by my side

Ask her when she tryna come and fuck me
She say right now
Argue in the middle of the night I tell her pipe down
Wanna see the birthday suit baby fuck a night gown
Heart so cold that my whole body iced out

Leave these rappers speechless
He gotta put the mic down
Screaming when they see me
I'm rapping for the hype now
Shawty getting cheeky
I might just have to pipe now
Might just have to
Might just
Cut the lights out

If he really wanna piece of me
I could spin the block like a dvd
If somebody stepping to the team
Then we throwing hands like DBZ
Antisocial please leave me be
I could prolly quarantine the CDC
Cuz the flow sick
And the hoes sick
Cuz I don't ever let em' link with me

Like
I can't let it slide
All she tell is lies
When we disagree
I ain't ever right
I can't empathize
Had to block the snap
I don't got the time

Ghost a bitch like Danny
I'm a phantom in the booth
How I'm stunting on em'
I might pull up in a suit
Balling on these niggas
I'm like Jordan with the flu
Couldn't break the ceiling
Now I'm standing in the roof
Don't got time for beef
All the homies getting fried
Said she down to fuck
I told that girl to get in line
Buddy stepping to me
Told that nigga step aside
I could never switch up on the real ones by my side



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Lacey
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