lirik lagu x_0ptic - phantom
im in atlanta, i’m ridin’ in phantoms and im pouring 4s inside of my fanta
im f~cking with ten outta tens, im f~cking with bad b~tches i think her name was anna
i feel like bk the rula we rocking bandanas, we unforgettable no french montana
she from savannah i take her to atlanta, i get me a room and i f~ck on that b~tch
i switch up my style, i switch up my swag, im mixing balenci’ with the rick
im fifteen young, turn and rich, he mad cause 0ptic done f~cked on his b~tch
he mad cause he can’t have half on my sh~t
its sad he keep on talking some sh~t
he ain’t stand on his word when i came up and busted his lip
i’m a freshman but i be on sh~t
steroid boots i be stepping on sh~t
everytime im leaving the house i got b~tches starting like d~mn do you like this sh~t
the beat goin hard cxdy k!lled this sh~t
i pay my producers, i ain’t cheaping out b~tch
7.62s they gon’ rip him up, im watching his body fall into the ditch
i feel like jpro, turkish demitasse im giving out toasts
i’m back to back grinding, i don’t got time to be saving no ho
this a yacht party we all on the boat, airbnb i do not know the host
brand new chain my neck is on froze, im feeling this sh~t right though my coat
maison margiela, it sit on her toes
pouring wockhardt inside my calypso k!llers gon’ k!ll whenever i say so
mexican driller gon’ drill for some pesos
this ho doing cocaine she playing with her nose
i just took five mdma im boutta od
kod i ain’t talking bout j cole
im fifteen and flexing my bankroll
my shooter put on his mask, its time to slide its time to go
i’m in his bushes im creepin’ im keepin’ this sh~t on the low
opp b~tch she giving out lows, opp b~tch she doing the most
she got a deep throat, murda what she wrote, im hittin the sixteenth notes
im in atlanta, i’m ridin’ in phantoms and im pouring 4s inside of my fanta
im f~cking with ten outta tens, im f~cking with bad b~tches yeah i think her name was anna
bad b~tch, hannah montana, im popping open a tropicana
cute b~tch from alabama i’m boutta play her like a piano
make every shot that i hit, call it free throw
how you flexin’ the money that you owe
eighteen with no car, no job, you honestly embarrassing bro
but talking bout f~ckin some ho’s
that don’t even make no sense
you ain’t pull a b~tch within a ten mile radius
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