PHANTOM (feat. 50 Cent)
Oh, fra', i' mo te dico na cosa: I' so' comme a 50 Cent
A me pure si m'abboffano 'e botte, i' nun moro
Geolier, 50 Cent, PHANTOM
Yeah
Buche 'int'ê porte d'e SUV, coca raccolta dê sub
Guardie che tirano 'o runfo mentre s'aiza 'a Triumph
Sudo, 'stu sole m'asciutta, songo 'a bandiera d'o Sud
Songo 'o carrello d'a 9 ca te permette 'e fà poh
Proiettile passate 'int'ê cartielle autostradale
Sto cu essa sorvolanno tutt'a Costiera amalfitana
Sto rignenno 'e molotov, 'doppo a una a una 'e coglie, anzi no
Se l'hann'a bere accussí ce fa cchiù male ancora, Napule m'applaude
Stanno diece grade e c'o giubbino faccio a sauna (puah)
Si ce steva mo Pino Daniele, m ess a data
Na pacca 'ncopp'â spalla e m ess a ditto: Bravo
A te sicuramente te mannasse a fà 'e marenne
'E sorde serveno sulo a fà cchiù belle 'e figure
Già tengo nu Nadal, pure 'o Bubba, sto aspettanno nu Sinner
Chi fa 'o reato primma se pripara na via 'e fuga
Guarda, stongo chiuso dint'ô Phantom
Pecché, si 'o tiene, hê 'a tené chi 'o guida
Me fa vení cchiù sete 'a Moët & Chandon
Pecché in estate pare 'e stà ô Brasile
Femmene e femmene mannano 'e bacie
Uommene e uommene sparano in aria
Guardie e ladre se fanno 'e piacere
Mamma e pate se fanno 'e dispiette
These bitch stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow)
Niggas think you ain't got the pole until you pop out with the switch
Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down
Ain't no stoppin' in the phone to see who did that shit
Murder, murder puttin', working, shawty twerking, opps lurking
Start to feel like everybody on gang time
I don't give a fuck what she fucking on and she 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)
Guarda, stongo chiuso dint'ô Phantom
Pecché, si 'o tiene, hê 'a tené chi 'o guida
Me fa vení cchiù sete 'a Moët & Chandon
Pecché in estate pare 'e stà ô Brasile
Femmene e femmene mannano 'e bacie
Uommene e uommene sparano in aria
Guardie e ladre se fanno 'e piacere
Mamma e pate se fanno 'e dispiette
These bitch stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow)
Niggas think you ain't got the pole until you pop out with the switch
Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down
Ain't no stoppin' in the phone to see who did (did)
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)