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no keys in the whip - phantogamo lyrics

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[intro]

f*ck, i can’t get no type of breaks
(huh phantom, huh phantom)

[hook]

no keys in the whip, b*tch i start it
no keys in the whip, b*tch i start it
hop in the sp*ce coupe, i’m a martian
with the stick we can joust, i’m a spartan
i paint up his walls, i’m a artist
put a hole in his stomach, he starvin
this glock leave him dearly departed
i don’t f*ck wit you, don’t be a target
pardon i’m partially carbon
soul darkened they say i’m dark hearted
hang a b*tch up like hangman, no harness
he a b*tch all he do is be barkin
what he talk on the net is a long stretch
these n*ggas be fakin’, they larpin’
no carbon i leave his face altered
metal on me, bionic
wipe his squad, i’m the f*ckin’ bubonic

[verse]
runnin’ to the checks, all blue like sonic
i’m tryna blow up, big bomb atomic
that gun on me deaths not a option
shut up, talkin all that sh*t it’ll get ya ass done up
you ain’t really wit the sh*t f*ck ass boy run up
fast forward six months he still ain’t show up
i be waitin on the check you be waitin on yo mother’s soccer van
i ain’t f*ckin wit no n*ggas, i ain’t one of them
chop’ make his whole squad do the running man
take his legs off, “do you know the m*ffin man”
… you be sellin’ mid for the feature price
… we ain’t f*ckin wit no toys, you a fisher price baby
all this ice on my like a muhf*ckin yeti
f*ck around, my chop, that sh*t go, “belis”
f*ck up ya belly, new chop wit a beam revolutionary
i could pop his top like a cherry
he don’t want to come outside he scary
ridin’ round in a bulletproof chevy’, no fun
i put my armor on heavy, can’t k!ll me b*tch i’m dead already
got a “centipede” clip, clip long like machete
two fours knock knock in his head, no “freddy”
i do it for the fetti, fetti on fetti on fetti on fetti
glock pop his head like the top of confetti
put him in a box, now he in his place
i just want diamonds on my rolex face
“texas chain massacre”, give me yo face b*tch
runnin’ to the checks like a muhf*ckin’ race b*tch
[hook]

no keys in the whip, b*tch i start it
no keys in the whip, b*tch i start it
hop in the sp*ce coupe, i’m a martian
with the stick we can joust, i’m a spartan
i paint up his walls, i’m a artist
put a hole in his stomach, he starvin
this glock leave him dearly departed
i don’t f*ck wit you, don’t be a target
pardon i’m partially carbon
soul darkened they say i’m dark hearted
hang a b*tch up like hangman, no harness
he a b*tch all he do is be barkin
what he talk on the net is a long stretch
these n*ggas be fakin’, they larpin’
no carbon i leave his face altered
metal on me, bionic
wipe his squad, i’m the f*ckin’ bubonic

[outro]

(yuh yuh yuh phantom phantom phantom phantom phantom phantom phantom phantom phantom)

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