Letras
Yeah, I'm on that real shit, cause I feel shit, you know what I'm saying?
Most of y'all niggas don't know
Saying, man, real Phantom shit, man, all 2025, man
Driving my car with the racks in the middle
Me and my dawgs, we gon' fuck up the rental
Fuckin' with us, we gon' aim at your temple
I'm not the type to get pressed bout a issue
You cross the line, then your mama gon' miss you
I'm not the type to go shoot with a pistol
More of the type to go make your bitch whistle
Know I'm the type to still fuck on her menstrual
Put out my music, they don't give a fuck
Even if I take a break for a month
Family and money, the thing that I trust
Can't be distracted by women and lust
From time to time I might get me a buss
Right after that send that bitch on a bus
Me and my gang, we so concrete, it's us
Grind by myself, but with them, it's a plus
I want a wife, what the fuck is a crush?
If you a hoe, I'll leave you in the dust
I might still fuck, but I'm still in disgust
Get money over a hoe is a must
Race to the top, cause I'm beatin' the odds
On the brick road, like from Wizard of Oz
I'm a real villain like General Zod
But I'm a saint, getting closer to God
Give me a wave and I give you a nod
Look at me funny, I look at you odd
Me and this cash, we like peas in a pod
To her, you a saint, but to me, I'm a dog
Act up on FaceTime, I put you on pause
For the past month, I've been fuckin' on PAWGs
Go where it's snowin, but still want it all
You want some pipe, girl, you know who to call
Driving my car with the racks in the middle
Me and my dawgs, we gon' fuck up the rental
Fuckin' with us, we gon' aim at your temple
I'm not the type to get pressed bout a issue
You cross the line, then your mama gon' miss you
I'm not the type to go shoot with a pistol
More of the type to go make your bitch whistle
Know I'm the type to still fuck on her menstrual