PHANTOM Slowed

Smoking on a sack like a real nigga, Sitting back counting all my millions checking all Traps. Quiet as usually won't go, That? I'll have you hypnotized. I don't give a damn, gun face. On the block with my niggas For Dough and The Bag on deck. Nigga, remember when that I Need every face the crew. Motherfucking on Sack Like a real nigga, Sitting counting my millions traps. Quiet as usually won't I'll hypnotized. Don't give damn, this... Fuck up on the block Selling proper rock. Man, I had to get my hustle tight, I Couldn't be running slow. Tryna lock me up for beating shit, I let The slug release. Gotta make my pockets grow. What you do a nigga that's shooting them hoes? You can't hear me. Feeling pissed off since Somewhere is all the shit that been thrown at Stuck in my hood. Come back with it stolen Off, blow somebody head off. Don't you rob the robber when you looking for Some fucking bread. You gon' get rich 'cause I'm Telling you I ain't kept like that. Girls come off, chuck you with that biggie clique. Drop that just to catch me run off with Your shit, trick. Hit some spins, pump that creep, muffler dragging on The street. Running motherfucker dope, That's the fucking that codeine. Jump over the fence, rush through the cuts, pop My shit, step on up. Fuck them down, stomp to the ground, take that Bitch on fucking ground. Now I'm up off the fuck, bloody pistol in My hand. I won't be on boxing speed, Aimless kill the cameraman.