RACIIIN
Bitch, I'm swerving in that whip and I ain't steering clear of shit
Phantom on the scene to put the opps in they places
I don't even carry cash, but I can go get some blue faces
I got black and white whips, police looking at me racist
You can catch me in a foreign on the freeway racing
Might just call her FL Stu cause she wanna be in the mix
I'ma run them bands up and put them diamonds to her tits
She don' kicked it with the phantom now she thinking she legit
He don' kicked it with the barbie, now he thinking he the shit
Pussy ass nigga, run them bands up
Step up out the castle, then I turn into a phantom
Skirt off in the benz, I got these bitches throwing tantrums
We gon spin the block and pull up on you, bitch we random
Call me Tory Lanez, I'm out here making bitches dance
Jeans worth 100 bands, it's Amiri for the pants
And we wilding out on 8 mile and we puffing on that plant
If I got my timbs on, then I stomp him like a ant
Man, I'ma pull up on his block with a blick
Bitch I'm swerving in that whip and I ain't steering clear of shit
He don't got shit that I want, bitch, I don't need to hit a lick
Had to cut my dog off, nigga out here stealing bricks
And we rolling up exotic, we ain't never smoking mids
And my neck in freezer mode cause this cuban cost bout a grip
Had to make a stop in Paris just to cop some new drip
Cut the cameras cause my shooters bout to empty out the clip on scene
We gon make that nigga do the Billie Jean
Might just take that nigga cap and make him twins with Mr. Clean
But he dirty
So his bitch in my DM acting flirty
Oh, that nigga talking shit?
My killers pop him like a perky
Bitch, I'm running through your city, I ain't going on vacation
Out here smelling like the bank, so shawty loving on my fragrance
I be running to the bag like I'm straight running outta patience
For the record, I don't smoke, but I'm smoking on something amazing
Step into the room and bitch I look like 7 milli
Add 2 milli, put the milli to his head
Now he dead
I don't do no dirt, so I ain't ducking from no fed
14 karat gold, my chains look like some cornbread
(Love you, grandma)
Pussy ass nigga, run them bands up
Step up out the castle, then I turn into a phantom
(Nah, run that shit back)
Lame ass nigga, get yo bands up
All my killers in the truck and they gon hold yo ass for ransom
Still gon hit his block with a strap, bitch
We gon hit his baby mom like Aye, lil shawty, where you at?
Shawty kick it with the gang, and after that it's wrap
Bitch we pulling up with Rutgers, and we taking all they Macs
Phantom on the scene to put the opps in they places
I don't even carry cash, but I can go get some blue faces
I got black and white whips, police looking at me racist
You can catch me in a foreign on the freeway racing
Might just call her FL Stu cause she wanna be in the mix
I'ma run them bands up and put them diamonds to her tits
She don' kicked it with the phantom now she thinking she legit
He don' kicked it with the barbie, now he thinking he the shit
Pussy ass nigga, run them bands up
Step up out the castle, then I turn into a phantom
Skirt off in the benz, I got these bitches throwing tantrums
We gon spin the block and pull up on you, bitch we random
Call me Tory Lanez, I'm out here making bitches dance
Jeans worth 100 bands, it's Amiri for the pants
And we wilding out on 8 mile and we puffing on that plant
If I got my timbs on, then I stomp him like a ant
Man, I'ma pull up on his block with a blick
Bitch I'm swerving in that whip and I ain't steering clear of shit
He don't got shit that I want, bitch, I don't need to hit a lick
Had to cut my dog off, nigga out here stealing bricks
And we rolling up exotic, we ain't never smoking mids
And my neck in freezer mode cause this cuban cost bout a grip
Had to make a stop in Paris just to cop some new drip
Cut the cameras cause my shooters bout to empty out the clip on scene
We gon make that nigga do the Billie Jean
Might just take that nigga cap and make him twins with Mr. Clean
But he dirty
So his bitch in my DM acting flirty
Oh, that nigga talking shit?
My killers pop him like a perky
Bitch, I'm running through your city, I ain't going on vacation
Out here smelling like the bank, so shawty loving on my fragrance
I be running to the bag like I'm straight running outta patience
For the record, I don't smoke, but I'm smoking on something amazing
Step into the room and bitch I look like 7 milli
Add 2 milli, put the milli to his head
Now he dead
I don't do no dirt, so I ain't ducking from no fed
14 karat gold, my chains look like some cornbread
(Love you, grandma)
Pussy ass nigga, run them bands up
Step up out the castle, then I turn into a phantom
(Nah, run that shit back)
Lame ass nigga, get yo bands up
All my killers in the truck and they gon hold yo ass for ransom
Still gon hit his block with a strap, bitch
We gon hit his baby mom like Aye, lil shawty, where you at?
Shawty kick it with the gang, and after that it's wrap
Bitch we pulling up with Rutgers, and we taking all they Macs
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