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 malе ancora, Napule m'applaude

Stanno diecе 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, ops 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 gonna do shit

They ain't gonna 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)