PHANTOM (feat. 50 Cent)

Oh, bro, let me tell you something: I'm like 50 Cent
Even if they beat me up, I won't die
Geolier, 50 Cent, PHANTOM
Yeah

Holes in the doors of the SUV, coke collected from the sub
Cops pulling the trigger while the Triumph revs up
I'm sweating, this sun's drying me out, I'm the flag of the South
I'm the 9mm that lets you do your thing
Bullets passing through highway signs
I'm up there flying over the Amalfi Coast
I'm throwing molotovs, one by one they catch, or not
If they have to drink it, it hurts even more, Naples applauds me
It's ten degrees and I'm sweating in my jacket (ugh)
If Pino Daniele were here, he'd give me a pat
A tap on the shoulder and he'd say: Good job
I'd definitely send you to get the snacks
Money only serves to make you look good
I already have a Nadal, even Bubba, I'm waiting for a Sinner
Whoever commits the crime first prepares an escape route

Look, I'm locked up in the Phantom
Because if you have it, you gotta have someone to drive it
Makes me thirstier for Moët & Chandon
Because in summer it feels like being in Brazil
Women and women sending kisses
Men and men shooting in the air
Cops and robbers doing favors
Mom and dad getting into fights

These bitches stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow)
Niggas think you ain't got the strap until you pop out with the switch
Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down
Ain't no stopping on the phone to see who did that shit

Murder, murder putting, working, shawty twerking, opps lurking
Start to feel like everybody's on gang time
I don't give a fuck what she's fucking on and she's sucking on
What's going on? That bread, niggas was blowing, is gone
One minute I'm up, next minute I'm getting back
But I'm never down and out man, what kind of shit is that?
I'm from the gutter, I take nothing to make something
I made something out of nothing, now look at me now
Niggas been fronting like they going through me something
For so long the old school threat sound played out
Saying they gon' do shit, they ain't gon' do shit
Boy, I fuck you over and everybody you cool with (ah)

Look, I'm locked up in the Phantom
Because if you have it, you gotta have someone to drive it
Makes me thirstier for Moët & Chandon
Because in summer it feels like being in Brazil
Women and women sending kisses
Men and men shooting in the air
Cops and robbers doing favors
Mom and dad getting into fights

These bitches stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow)
Niggas think you ain't got the strap until you pop out with the switch
Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down
Ain't no stopping on the phone to see who did (did)