Hoppin' in the Phantom

I got shooters in Atlanta

Yeah, sippin' in my Phantom

I got so many cards, yeah Call me Mr. Dana

I got so many white bitches call me Santa

Walk around with the sack, yeah, I shoot you twice, never lack

Yeah Cadillac, CTS going very fast, I-I-I ain't looking back Yeah

Fuck the past

Yeah, going 100, yeah, on the dash

Yeah All this fucking money, yeah, I know it's gonna last, yeah So much cash, put it on her ass

So many model bitches, yeah Call it a cast

Uh, I, I ain't looking back, uh, I ain't looking back

I call it a fucking cast, I call it a fucking cast

AMG, 53

Smoking on this fucking tree

Imagery That's all you see

Yeah, brand new keys, put him on a tee yeah I shoot that **** like I'm D-Lo, got three bitches, yeah Call it a Little trio

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Brand new three keys, I'm talking about kilos Yeah, I'm moving around, yeah, just like my tio Bitch, got an Attitude, probably a Leo Then I beat his head in call me martillo my

Ice so cold, you can call me Mr. frio Yeah, I shoot at once, never lack two-two-three in the mag, yeah, two in glockies, Yeah Call it a pistol pack, yeah, yeah-yeah R-Running with a mask, first place, second place But I'm never Fucking last, chasing paper, yeah That's gonna be the task

Two-two-three on my hip, I'm never catching case two-two-three in my waist, yeah, hit him like your face

Yeah BMW AM3, run around the street Engine's so loud, yeah, I call it mr beast

Bitches at the club, asking when we leaving Bitches at the club, asking when I be leaving

Bitches at the club, asking when we leaving Bitches at the club, yeah, asking when we leaving