[Intro: K. GOTTI]
So are you watching this shit, nigga? I'm like 'Give me something down to here, like this!' I ain't never been to the west, so I don't think I'm ever going to head that way unless I get rich. Say $crim, I need you to do me a favor real quick: hit them bitches with that lingo. Go!
[Verse 1: $CRIM]
I’m ghosting the bitch and they call me the phantom (Whoop! Whoop!)
These hoes is all on me they flashing they camera (What?)
Shit, bags on these boys they might need a pamper (Uhh)
Smoking on goop never smoking on Camel (*Inhale*)
[?] she get in the middle, the way that she suck she can’t miss it (No no)
I do not wife for one night, no hoe you can not be my missus (Ha!)
They tripping, I’m grabbing the pistol, grab your mother a tissue (Pfft)
Beefing ain’t never a issue, making me laugh like a tickle (Ha ha!)
Sixty-two shots in the clip, silencer making it whistle (Tew tew tew)
Sixty-two pumps in your bitch, after that she won’t miss you (Nah!)
Tell me the mission I’m sensing these fuckboys is after my paper
Goonies be all in the back, they hanging with lasers (Skgraah)
[Hook: $CRIM]
The goonies that with me, they sick
The bitches that's on me, they sick
This gold I got on me is sick
These Nikes I got on is sick
Scrimmy be spitting so sick, Scrimmy so sick, so sick
Scrimmy be spitting so sick, Scrimmy so sick, so sick
Sicker [×10]
So are you watching this shit, nigga? I'm like 'Give me something down to here, like this!' I ain't never been to the west, so I don't think I'm ever going to head that way unless I get rich. Say $crim, I need you to do me a favor real quick: hit them bitches with that lingo. Go!
[Verse 1: $CRIM]
I’m ghosting the bitch and they call me the phantom (Whoop! Whoop!)
These hoes is all on me they flashing they camera (What?)
Shit, bags on these boys they might need a pamper (Uhh)
Smoking on goop never smoking on Camel (*Inhale*)
[?] she get in the middle, the way that she suck she can’t miss it (No no)
I do not wife for one night, no hoe you can not be my missus (Ha!)
They tripping, I’m grabbing the pistol, grab your mother a tissue (Pfft)
Beefing ain’t never a issue, making me laugh like a tickle (Ha ha!)
Sixty-two shots in the clip, silencer making it whistle (Tew tew tew)
Sixty-two pumps in your bitch, after that she won’t miss you (Nah!)
Tell me the mission I’m sensing these fuckboys is after my paper
Goonies be all in the back, they hanging with lasers (Skgraah)
[Hook: $CRIM]
The goonies that with me, they sick
The bitches that's on me, they sick
This gold I got on me is sick
These Nikes I got on is sick
Scrimmy be spitting so sick, Scrimmy so sick, so sick
Scrimmy be spitting so sick, Scrimmy so sick, so sick
Sicker [×10]
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