Baby Velle - Phantom

Pull up on my opps in that phantom turn em to a ghost
I can take your bitch and her friend but I ain't trying to boast
Just for being that nigga let me gone head and raise a toast
Three five after three five bitch I'm finna float
Guccis on laying wit your bitch yea I'm euro stepping
That edd run over now your pockets really pressing
Six in the morning then made a band like it ain't no resting
Me?
Oh Il go and fuck that main bitch that you be texting
In that Foreign thang flying by like a pterodactyl
You won't see me on no spirit plane when I'm trying to travel
Bro six five two fifty it wasn't fair to battle
Dogie need to get his engine fixed the fuck is that rattle
Different from all these other niggas yea my motion different
You ain't got no motion fuck wit me and get motion sickness
Unky playing jazz in the whip and then popped a Fenton
Madden in that field catch you out its a hit stick
Lying to impress some little bitch like he Elliot
High as hell seeing polka dots like a ghost squid
Boy you broke where I eat you can't even pay the tip
Bad ass Latina bitch look like Paulina
Smack down dracy then turned his ass to John Cena
Twelve better cop a Vette if they see me flying in the city
You won't catch me out at no parties I be too busy
Big bottom Prada's fuck around and stump your mans in em'
Pillow talking you be on the phone wit hoes telling
Sloppy head suck it so good then sent me to heaven
When I pop out I change the weather like I'm Vortex
Before I copped the buffs I was in the gym getting reps
Swiping all day jacket stink had to wash the tech
When they catch you out it's gone be bad you can't break the hex
Hollow tips hit em in his chest have em break dancing
Jealous when I talk to a girl call her Sam Manson
Bro a demon kidnap your mans and put em up for ransom
They gone be sick when they hear me in that wrath jamming
Up some pape they ain't gone know what to say
Was broke then imma leave them hoes wit the silly face
Fucked yo bitch naw I don't do the dates
Get yo brother I'm finna fuck around and catch a case
Pull up on my opps in that phantom turn em to a ghost
I can take your bitch and her friend but I ain't trying to boast
Just for being that nigga let me gone head and raise a toast
Three five after three five bitch I'm finna float
Guccis on laying wit your bitch yea I'm euro stepping
That edd run over now your pockets really pressing
Six in the morning then made a band like it ain't no resting
Me?
Oh Il go and fuck that main bitch that you be texting

Written by:
La’Velle Crosby

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