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Phantom Troupe (feat. 954mari, OmarCameUp, Dedboii Kez, PE$O PETE, Ham Sandwich, TUCK2SHARP, Ty Wild, G.Yee, BlackLynk, VI Seconds, ShueTube & Tanukes) (Rem

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I don′t f*ck with you lames, I'm that n***a now

Niggas talk down on my name ′til them triggers out

Catch his ass on that stand, we gon' sit him down

My new chop' got a kick, make him spin around

I got it figured out

Niggas ain′t really on game, so we punchin′ they tickets now

Back in my kitchen now

Niggas be sleep on the gang, finna see what I'm whippin′ now

Token pull up with a stick if you trippin', my niggas be hittin′ the block

And we don't even listen to niggas that bitchin′, so I ain't heard s**t 'cause y′all bitchin′ a lot

You got the piece? You gon' lift it or not

′Cause it ain't gon′ be peace that I lift for the opps

So I'm tellin′ you to get in a box

I'm finna' start diggin′ the plot, yeah, yeah

Mari got a tool equipped, move with a ruler clip

Funny how I′m using it to test these niggas

Shawty a baddie, but shawty too nasty

I bagged, then I trashed her like Hefty, n***a

Move like a caddie, she holdin' my pole in the back

And she suck like Spaghetti, n***a

Scooby and Shaggy, we hop out a van, let it rock

Now you rollin′ like Presley, n***a

He gon' be foolish to test me

All of my niggas run track, relay race, how I run with the pole

These niggas scared when I shoot at ′em, four-man collat'

Guess I got all my ducks in a row

She wanna f*ck on the low

Collect yo′ chick, she be suckin' the bros

You want a beat from me, nigga? Then don't ask for prices

We cannot discuss if you broke, b***h

He don′t know nothin′ 'bout nothin′

What I clutch in my stomach gon' open his stomach

Man, I told him to run and he runnin′

Man, you run through the functions, my chopper got functions

That's gonna come f*ck up his function

Bitch, bein′ broke isn't up for discussion

Dub-D-F-A, yeah, we all with the f*ck s**t

Yo' team is lame, yeah, you all with the dumb s**t

I′m sendin′ birds 'cause I know you gon′ duck s**t

He gettin' bread, then I know it′s some duck s**t

Me and yo' bitch′ll connect 'cause we're both gonna come for the hundreds

Put lead in his tummy ′cause he with the tums s**t

And we not to be f****d wit′

Niggas don't be on shit, but my chopper be dumpin′

Knock out his teeth when I buck s**t

Bitch, I'm usin′ that 'K and that knife in conjunction

Shofu usin′ that 'K and that 9 at the same time, but I am not finna spray mine

I was just askin' around, it was game point, so when I hit you, it′s game time

I keep it simple like straight lines

Colt .45s, it gon′ jump from my waist line

Spliffs in my blunt got me movin' through spacetime

Run to the money, you know I don′t waste time

Don't run from my problems, you know that I face mine

Wait, you thought we gon′ let you live

I came from the dirty, s**t bad as a b***h

This Colt .45, it gon' aim at his ribs

We don′t f*ck around and I don't give a s**t

Yeah, Dub-D-F-A is the motto

You talkin' that talk, let my chop′ fold his taco

Big ass chop′ like it came from the Costco

You know what follows

Urokodaki the Glockie, it came with a long nose

Chopper gon' find him, it came with a Log Pose

So many weapons, I keep me a crossbow

But I run you a fade like Mako

Mako, I′m throwin' my hands for the guapo

I′m Robin Hood shit, how I'm bringing the stock home

Now the money ain′t leavin' like Stockholm

Stack it and spread it, we get to the guaco

Y'all flows be cheesy, it′s stolen, it′s nachos

Step on my street and I'm knockin′ his block off

If he want beef, then I'm sending him tacos

"Why?", "′Cause that n***a catchin' some shells"

Gatorade bullets, them bitches propel

Line up your homies like in the clientele

That boy been a demon, I′m givin' 'em hell

And that chopper gon′ sing like its Patti LaBelle

My chopper gon′ sing like Rihanna

New beam like the Glock is a Saiyan learnin' from the master

First to raise an arm like nerdy kids in class

I keep one pointed, tried to murk me, but I′m sashed up

Leavin' you patched up

Like you play for the Raiders, you fishy, my gang will fillet ya

We pullin′ up stat', but ain′t weighin' no data

Drive-by and shoot 'em like takin′ a lay-up

And you ain′t gonna wake up, I'm murderin′ cats

Birkin the bag, you just work at the GAP

Dirk to these rappers, I'm swervin′ the Mavs

Trey Burke in the bag, certainly masterful

Passin' y′all up and you not in my league

Raisin' the stakes, I ain't squashin′ the beef

Bite on my watch and get clocked in the teeth

You don′t want it with Yee, yeah, yeah

Came from that dirty, we sauté the day homes

Ensurin' accidents, not talkin′ State Farm

You just let stress and society take y'all

Bitch, I stay black in my pocket like eight-ball

Done with these humans, that starship gon′ take off

Tryna get smacked in the dome, no facepalm

He don't want beef with no Twitter, no hate mob

Gotham said, "Chopper gon′ tear half his face off"

Everyday wakin' up, feel like I made bond

Jet set, point out a track and I skate on

Point out the biggest booty with her face drawn

Just need the head, no strings, that's Raycon

Uh, I hate y′all, I don′t know how your relatives face y'all

Faceoff, it′s gon' be harder without your face on

You niggas food, I been a chef like Raekwon

Gun kickback so strong that it break arms

I don′t mingle, if I'm in the mix, it′s napalm

Slide, then I light your country up like Akon

I'm sittin' pretty, gettin′ top like a Drake song

Watchin′ Bob Ross, but her face is what I paint on

She tell me take my chains off, bitch, I keep my chains on

Finished? Then just be a good amigo and take off

Exotic smokin' exotic until the pain′s gone

Ya neck green, I ain't got nothin′ fake on

My own tsunami, I don't care what kinda wave on

I make s**t look good like Avon

Fantastic, but the four, you get flamed on

Thinkin′ s**t all Gucci? Then you Kreayshawn

Hey, mom

I know you really hate that I take bongs

Straight to the face like my name's "Chong"

Do it everyday, it's okay, gettin′ baked like a cake all day long

So to stay calm, I′m a professional

So every now and then, I like to eat some edibles

And even though I know you think it's unacceptable

At least you know that, everyday, I always get my vegetables

Boy, I ain′t ever put a b***h up on a pedestal

The gang impeccable, I'm smackin′ these losers

They tried to take away the belt, but they lackin' maneuvers

My gat′ll kill you in ya sleep like I'm strapped wit' a Kruger

I make the p***y come for me, got a cat in the Uber

We were dodgin′ all the feds, had to dash from the cruisers

If the problem is the bread, you ain′t got none, b***h

You can see me right up in the front like shotgun, b***h

And my wrist on some new-new s**t

Boy, I'm tryna get stacks and my spliff all gas like refuel trips

If we see the red and blue, I′mma shoot, then dip

If the feds be in the area, I move that whip

I don't f*ck with you lames, I done bossed up

Niggas throw dirt on my name ′til I pop up

I'm not too sharp, but I keep me a Glock tucked

He got hit with the ′K, never got up

I just whip out my dick, now she awestruck

Dick in her mouth, it's too big, now her jaw stuck

Fuck around and I'm gettin′ my shots up

Please do not cap on the net, you are not tough

Battle royale, point him out and he droppin′

Open his head, we gon' see what he plottin′

Wet him up, leave him, that n***a was soggy

Pfizer, Moderna, I keep me a shotty

Pfizer, Moderna, I keep me a shotty

With paperwork on it, they know where I got it

And I'm tryna talk about profit and buildin′ a franchise soon, but I'm not wit′ the Rockets

I don't f*ck wit' you lames, I′m a demon

My piece to his head, please don′t give me a reason

My niggas gon' go if you give me a reason

Bullets travel to find you, my Glock got a visa

And we finna get you before we get even

My shooters don′t miss, they not Trevor Ariza

My shooters don't miss, they like Klay gettin′ threes up

That 'K leave ′em leanin', no Tower of Pisa

My cheese up, new bitch; she a diva, don't need her

I bag her, I get what I want, then I leave her

New ice on my wrist, ain′t no freezer

I′m cold if it's beef, I don′t fight, I just reach for my heater

The reaper, I killed him, his fam', they was weepin′

His heart out his chest, man, that n***a not breathin'

He bleedin′, got guns for his people, I leave 'em in black

Ruger flash, bet it gave 'em amnesia

They never remember a thing when they see him

But talk about me on the screen with a team full of niggas who get to the green

But it ain′t for the money, they envying me

And the things that I done since I been on the scene

Owe me some cash? I might pop in yo′ dream

Think that's yo′ man, but it's not what it seem

You ain′t got no bag, but yo' ass is asleep

So why do you sleep all the time

Peep when I rhyme

Pickin′ up weed for the vibes

Askin' a question, then hearin' or seein′ a lie

Then you ain′t finna see him alive

You ain't wanna stop wit′ the s**t after seein' the signs

Okay, act like a pussy, the tubes on yo′ breathin' get tied

I don′t give a f*ck whatchu eatin', as long as they feedin' me mine

Phantom Troupe (feat. 954mari, OmarCameUp, Dedboii Kez, PE$O PETE, Ham Sandwich, TUCK2SHARP, Ty Wild, G.Yee, BlackLynk, VI Seconds, ShueTube & Tanukes) (Rem par Shofu/Token Black - Paroles et Couvertures