BATH SALTS

This a Phantom, this a Trackhawk You know a motherfucker stay fly like a blackhawk Lil shawty know I ain't one to get passed off Bae take off your pants while I take your mask off Lil shawty on fire, sum like a matchbox She was on my list now I'm ticking the task off We up all night, off the shits going cray We acting like we on some bath salts Drop me that pin, baby girl, I'll slide I been up off X, need more or I'm tight yeah Bitch get up on this pipe Shooting in her eyes, make her go blind like the mice, yeah Hellcat roar, man I feel like a demon Don't text me on shit if you know that I'm leaning Hopping on and off connection flights, yeah Red on the bottom of my feet, shit not bleeding Talk shit on my gang, boy I dare Baguettes on these teeth be the reason I'm cheesing Cold from this shit on me like a white bear This shit be the reason a motherfucker freezing Bitch keep twerking on me, like right there I know that lil bitch want a motherfucker semen I'm straight to the sky like a motherfucking beacon Can't see out my eyes when a motherfucker geeking (geek) Geek up, geek I'm a pill popping machine The racks that I got in the back limousine High top Rick brand new, like em squeaky and clean Pockets Jonah Hill, Superbad in them jeans Quit claiming you mine, girl you ain't Billie Jean That man be old as f*ck tryna act like he a teen I think it's funny cause he got less money than me (ha ha) It ain't even matter, I got me that shit you can't buy I'm swagging on shit that you don't even know Ain't telling you what's the design Stepping on shit I might stub my toe Can't snap me out of it, I'm in my zone Pokémon, that lil bitch taking my cues, now she taking all of my bone This a Phantom, this a Trackhawk You know a motherfucker stay fly like a blackhawk Lil shawty know I ain't one to get passed off Bae take off your pants while I take your mask off Lil shawty on fire, sum like a matchbox She was on my list now I'm ticking the task off We up all night, off the shits going cray We acting like we on some bath salts (hah) Hot off the press I got this far, cannot settle for less Got them VV's I ain't wearing two vests Boy you ain't Rocky, why the f*ck you tryna test Ricky Bobby, when I speed in a Vette Shit, I feel like the Pope in all white like a chef Ice in my cup, it's poured over with Tek Man I'm smart with my money but I need Pateks I need that proper lil bag I need a bitch that be bad fosho I cannot be one to lag I get straight to popping them tags fosho Pop out with the cash Fan it out (fan it out) Fan it out (fan it out) Fan it out (fan it out) Fan it out (yeah) Fan it out, fan it out, fan it out, fan it out Hop on the stage and I fan it out If he wanna race, bring the Phantom out Swear to god I came from space, ain't Pluto but I'm tryna f*ck that lil bitch in her mouth Five star dining on me, on me But that lil bitch want the world so she get In-N-Out I can't help it, I love doing designer drugs I know it ain't sensible I needa relax, drop a bean in my cup Get that shit down, I'm invincible Yeah, yeah This a Phantom, this a Trackhawk You know a motherfucker stay fly like a blackhawk Lil shawty know I ain't one to get passed off Bae take off your pants while I take your mask off Lil shawty on fire, sum like a matchbox She was on my list now I'm ticking the task off We up all night, off the shits going cray We acting like we on some bath salts