Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cico P
Cico P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Simms Jr
Christopher Simms Jr
Songwriter
Chris Simms
Chris Simms
Songwriter
Brandon Rackley
Brandon Rackley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trench Lord B
Trench Lord B
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm a phantom
Aye
TrenchWerk
[Chorus]
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodeine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knockin' at that door, lil' ****, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a Pamper
All about a buck, baby, bae, just like Tampa
[Verse 1]
Mane, that boy lil' boogie, dawg ass, got no manners
Yeah, you got some ass, but I can't fuck 'cause I got standards
Don't watch me, better watch TV, yo' bitch might change the channel
She was finna tell you she in love wit' me, but I don't think you can handle
All black the coupe from the Chevy to the Phantom
Pop up wit my ru, that's Lil' Heck, he from Atlanta
I might drop a deuce of purple stuff up in my Fanta
I can't leave the crib unless I know I got the blammer
Hit her wit' that hammer, if I don't she throw a tantrum
Go on, bend it over, make it clap, this yo' anthem
Run up on me, you gon' levitate like a phantom
Keep knockin' at that door, lil' ****, you gon' get a answer
[Chorus]
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodeine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knockin' at that door, lil' ****, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a Pamper
All about a buck, baby, bae, just like Tampa
[Verse 2]
That boy bad news, he a menace to society
Everybody a rider, but I ain't had nobody ride for me
Everybody looking out, but ain't nobody had a eye for me
Shit ain't even that deep and you still chose to lie to me
Damn, you must think a **** brazy
Lil' bitch, what's your motive? I hope you ain't tryna play me
Walk it like I talk it, I keep ten on the pavement
Smoke got me coughing, off the cup, I'm steady dazin'
Been hot for a minute, I been motherfuckin' blazin'
Mind been on them Benjis, steady motherfuckin' chasin'
I can sense that sucka shit just off the conversation
He doin' all that woofin', guess he tryna be a patient
[Chorus]
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodeine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knockin' at that door, lil' ****, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a Pamper
All about a buck, baby, bae, just like Tampa
TrenchLord
Written by: Brandon Rackley, Christopher K Sims, Christopher Simms Jr
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