Fantom
Aight, from the top
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

You bitches ugly and dusty and none of y'all matter
Money all on me, I'm feeling real flattered
Walk in this bitch, straight drippin' like I was tryna get to the toilet, but I couldn't hold bladder
First class only when I'm not on the jet
All the white folks keep breakin' they neck
They tryna see if I'm black and a threat, but I'm covered in green, they like "Look it's Shrek! "
Bankteller sayin' my shit froze (How?)
Pockets thick as hell like Lizzo (Wow)
Mukbang the beat like Trish, hoe (Damn)
If you piss me off, it's a shit show
'Cause I'mma do some shit that you can't believe
Smack a bitch into Christmas Eve (Uh-huh)
When I fight, I do not pull weave
Only thing I'm pullin' out is teeth
John Wick, the verse I'm not gentle
That mean I'm killing bitches with the pencil (Oh wow)
Shawty better check my credentials, only time I'm getting crossed is at the temple
I'm a whole catch, come fetch me
I'm a drop out, so don't test me (Don't do it)
You got passed around to his bestie, that pussy burnin' niggas like Pepsi
I'mma invest, I bet you'd never catch me waitin' on a man to flip a quarter (I get it on my own)
Niggas so thirsty, fo' me if I told 'em to, they'd probably drink Flint water
But they can't afford her, I'm up in Georgia, next week Florida, 'cross the border
Then Aurora, such an explorer, I done been everywhere up on the map like Dora
Max out the card, then I reload it back
Spent ten thousand when I walked in Saks
Body gettin' snatched like a brazillian wax
They hate me 'cause I got what they lack
So they gon' stare, say what you want: I don't care
Bought new jeans I don't wear, cause the ass too fat it's gon' tear if it's on there
I told him, "Back the fuck up"
Omarion, somebody finna get touched
Bitches talk, but they don't ever do much
I'm grilling niggas 'til they teeth get brushed
Snatched a couple niggas chains in the past, they'll never come around twice
But if they do, like a cold juice, niggas know to keep it light on the ice
I'm with the gang with it, I bang with it
"Foo foo foo, " good aim with it
Yeah, I wipe a nigga nose with it
I'm shooting shit like Cole Bennett (Bddah)
Niggas know I'm untouchable, niggas trippin' no Lunchable
And I ain't gotta twerk on "the Gram" for a nigga to think that I'm fuckable (Not at all)
I'm always in Dolce & Gabbana (Uh huh)
Everytime I touch down in Bahamas (Uh huh)
I swear to God I don't be caring (Uh huh)
My first name should've been Donna (Uh huh)
I'm just tryna run up some commas (Uh huh)
So you can miss me with the drama (What up?)
And the way that I'm fuckin' these niggas up, I might as well get me a condom
Hoes wanna wake up, do makeup, and don't even know how they look when they baked (Ugly as hell)
Face be lookin' like a bunch of mashed potatoes gettin' smashed on a plate (Hahahaha)
These rap bitches suck and I don't give a fuck about none of the music they make
As long as they watchin' they tone and I'm not talkin' 'bout gettin' tan on a lake
And I swear to God these niggas brazy
Be doin' the most to date me (Get the fuck back)
Be beatin' niggas out they pants
But I still won't call 'em the baby
Nigga took me on a date, then ask me to pay shoulda saw my face when I went in purse
But on the way out, since he act like a bitch, I opened the door for him, ladies first
I don't got time for it, even if they watch said Tom Ford
Bitch, yo' hair ain't full enough
Add another track like an encore
These hoes swear they don't play games
Well, then I'm sorry bro, but you hoes need to learn how to level up
Lil' hoes need to play Mario
I run this shit like cardio
I tell who to guard the door
Gimme my part 'for I rob for more
Runnin' through your crib like the Maury show (Hahahaha)
Lil' nigga better be charge and go
Having soul, flying up in Baltimore
Moral of the story, these niggas pussy and I guess I'm the reason why they water broke
Gang shit, bitch

Ayy
When I walk in a room, all the niggas lookin' at me like "What is my income? "
Not jumpin' no brooms, that nigga get stood up like how the broom challenge just went down
Don't wanna assume but bitches really broke and I don't know where y'all get rent from
And I'ma just spit in your face if you walk up to me asking me "Can I spit sumn? "
'Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money
I look at your mouth like you ramblin'
I can merch this on God, I just lost 700k off of nothin' but gamblin'
I went sick and got fraud but I had to fight all my demons, that shit was real challengin'
So now when I walk around people with money, I say shut up like a mannequin (Shh)
So I can just soak up they info
Now my bank copy that, that's ten fold
I don't go wherever the wind blow
'Cause if my wig fall off, that's the end ho
But lucky I'm paid, edges stay laid like prostitutes on a Friday night
While you suckin' his thing, I'm outside pullin' strings
Like a bitch flyin' kites
And no I don't rock mics
Red bottoms with the spikes
Tinted windows, out of sight
No cash, just swipe
Cashier like, "Yikes! She's black not white"
When I hop off my flight, Naomi Campbell with the wipes, ayy
Save his number under "typo" 'cause that nigga wasn't my type
It's nothin' to talk to these niggas like shit but I'd rather not do that today
'Cause niggas be trippin', I'd rather just tell a nigga "Tie your fuckin' shoelace"
And niggas is bitches, I'd rather just give they ass a motherfuckin' bouquet
And I'm really birthing bitches when they drop an album then that's my due date, ayy

Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match her skin
Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"
Money keep comin' in
I'm tryna change from back then
But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)

I'm on some positive vibes but every time niggas testin' my patience
Only could wait for so long, before I do you wrong
'Cause I'm not a waitress (On God)
Every December 31st, I go in the new year with no type of hatred
Then back January 3rd, the neighbors hurt, while they treating my playlist
Man these dirty bitches don't do the dishes
Then tell a nigga "Come eat the butt" (How?)
And wake up with crust in they ass and that shit thicker than Pizza Hut
But I'm off it, they coughin'
Yeah I know how to market, no Boston
Tell a nigga don't talk it, just walk it
Pop a nigga like John's way too often (Brr)

Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match her skin
Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"
Money keep comin' in
I'm tryna change from back then
But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)