Yung Phazo - Distance (feat. Jak Denny)

I turn a dime to a dollar
Makaveli, pack two in the joggers
Call of Duty, Gta'ing the guala
Gucci everything except for the 'yagas
Gucci everything except for the wristwatch
Play with grown money while all of these kids watch
I fucked a bitch that I met off of TikTok
Pop me a bean and get ready for liftoff
Stay in yo lane before I get you crisscrossed
Exotic my product I might get yo bitch locked
Ain't no doubt about it I'm flipping a hit, yeah
Then forgot about it and hit me a lick, yeah
How you so broke that a doctor couldn't fix ya
Codeine aroma I smell like prescripture
Left out the back of the back you just missed us
Smoking on pack in the Bach getting distance
In the cut counting money with 4 hands
Got it off from a dime and made more bands
VVS up on my wrist my heart frozen
Higher power I'm smoking on potent
Me and the devil are stuck in a slow dance
Me and my demons be sipping on Codeine
Selling to the Kids Next Door gave em codenames
Bags gassed up off off on the propane
I'm in the club with yo bitch, uh
40 all over my wrist, ya
Hop outta the coup then I lift off
Got me geeking got X in my system
Hennessy set aside for yo sister
Running bands in the back of the Sprinter
Give me some Act' for the muhfuckin' Fanta
I'm going ghost in the coup, Danny Phantom
Beat up the box got a link for the scammers
She a bad bitch but I bet she a bandit
I got so high that it got out of handin'
In the school zone I been smoking on sandman
In the two door got it off of a Xanax
Out of space in the coup I ain't plan it
Out of space in the coup I ain't plan it
Out of space in the coup I ain't plan it
Hold on,
BB on me hold the Chrome Heart
Double up for the love of the Wokhardt
Wiz Khalifa the car do a hotbox
In the trap back to back going nonstop
Hands on my chain lil bitch getting caught up
I'm in the lab doing shit they ain't thought of
Outta the mud that's just how I was brought up
I turn a dime to a dollar
Makaveli, pack two in the joggers
Call of Duty, Gta'ing the guala
Gucci everything except for the 'yagas
Gucci everything except for the wristwatch
Play with grown money while all of these kids watch
I fucked a bitch that I met off of TikTok
Pop me a bean and get ready for liftoff
Stay in yo lane before I get you crisscrossed
Exotic my product I might get yo bitch locked
Ain't no doubt about it I'm flipping a hit, yeah
Then forgot about it and hit me a lick, yeah
How you so broke that a doctor couldn't fix ya
Codeine aroma I smell like prescripture
Left out the back of the back you just missed us
Smoking on pack in the Bach getting distance
Turn me a ten to a hunnid, no frontin'
Key to the streets gotta start with a button
Got some lean on the seats so I went bought another
Leave the bitch on her knees let her knowing when I'm coming
Got so much dope I gave some to my cousin
Way too much smoke in the room when I walk in
Big body Beamer don't know where to park it
Got tired of perkies I'm popping an Oxy
She got a thing for designer
I got a thing for the bling and the diamonds
Slept through the flight on the way to the islands
Touchdown, and I still was the highest
Bussin down on my wrist on narcotics
VIP sipping lean where you finds us
Outer space smoking dope with the pilots
Everyday we get high so don't mind us
Gassing up everyday mixing chemicals
To the face everyway with the medical
Got her going both ways she so flexible
When I die bury me in a skeletal
Fresh to death in a Hellcat I'm heaven sent
Gucci snakes on my body I'm venomous
Feel like Gotti, I hit bitch I never miss
Pop a xanny as soon as I'm in the 'vette
Yessuh
Line it up for me I'm up now
Got a hollowed out bible for rundowns
You ain't know what I mean come and find out
Uh huh
Don't stop now
Way too sick start a lockdown
Ain't no telling what's gonna happen when I pop out
Come and find out, how you like me now
I turn a dime to a dollar
Makaveli, pack two in the joggers
Call of Duty, Gta'ing the guala
Gucci everything except for the 'yagas
Gucci everything except for the wristwatch
Play with grown money while all of these kids watch
I fucked a bitch that I met off of TikTok
Pop me a bean and get ready for liftoff
Stay in yo lane before I get you crisscrossed
Exotic my product I might get yo bitch locked
Ain't no doubt about it I'm flipping a hit, yeah
Then forgot about it and hit me a lick, yeah
How you so broke that a doctor couldn't fix ya
Codeine aroma I smell like prescripture
Left out the back of the back you just missed us
Smoking on pack in the Bach getting distance

Written by:
Aidan Falzone, Jake Ponte

Publisher:
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