Phantom Songtext
von Clavish

I′m in a Phantom with the gangdem
Done a shootin', now we on the landin′
Ten thou' for my youngin when he landin'
Louis Vuitton, some Chrome Hearts and Lanvin
Goin′ hard, I can never be a has-been
Twenty-two, tell me keep rappin′
I got firearms, fill up with action
I'm in a Porsche gettin′ flashed by the camera

All this Fiji on me, I just left Hatton

All these VV's on me, ′course I came patterned
Make sure you make some money when you're squeezin′ off your hammer
Another paigon went jail, sendin' hits out in the slammer
And I'ma get to the bag, anything else doesn′t matter
And I buy Goyard to my squeezer so he can hold the hammer
And I buy Chanel for my lady, she help me with a mazza
I said I wanna box, but had no money, I just ran off
I might spend my club appearance money on ammo


I′m in the booth workin', I don′t play about my bankroll
Size three in your runners and your two-piece alo
If you ain't got no motion, they don′t wanna hear your hello

I think I wanna fuck you, I've been lookin′ at your camo
They know me up in Louis, I ain't takin' you to flannel
Any of my lyrics that you heard me say is factual
And any of them niggas that I cheff should take it personal
Cappin′ in your rappin′, that means I ain't got no verse for you
These Off-Whites on, that note, it′s rest in peace to Virgil
I know I done you wrong, but I never meant to hurt you
Twenty bits of heroin, my neighbour knows I'm servin′

CC for your footwear and I'll put them where your purse is
I guess it′s death row if I ever get you hurtin'
I wanna make you happy, if I'm honest, you deserve it
Still posted with the trappers and the niggas that be purgin′ (Mm-mm)
Respect to the steppers ′cause they do what they supposed to
Get caught for that body, just know you ain't comin′ home soon
And I know a nigga, all he wanna do is murder


Put the G-Wagon in S-plus, then we swerve off
Got PTSD from all this outside and gang stuff
Ain't had Dixy in a while, I′m eatin' seabass in Atlanta
I′m in boobi in Miami, threw some thousands in the strip club
Coulda gave that to my youngin, he's been itchin' for a spinner

Only thing that I can promise is I′ll put you in some Rizla
I don′t want him in no limelight, I'ma tell him make a Finsta
Get a glizzy, put a switch in it, them trainers come out quicker
And I heard ′bout what you said, so now I guess you're not my nigga
I′m in a fiend's house
Get the work and then we chop it into fractions

Spinnin′ blocks, that's a package if we catch him

I got credit in the streets and these 7.62s'll give you nightmares

I′m in a Phantom with the gangdem
Done a shootin′, now we on the landin'
Ten thou′ for my youngin when he landin'
Louis Vuitton, some Chrome Hearts and Lanvin
Goin′ hard, I can never be a has-been
Twenty-two, tell me keep rappin'
I got firearms, fill up with action
I′m in a Porsche gettin' flashed by the camera