Lyrics: Purnay Pednekar
Music: Purnay Pednekar
Driving in Liberty, GTA
I ain't giving you my ETA
Bitch, I'm here to set the record straight
No one cares about your V-V8
Rap City, I'm a cannibal
I'm an animal, you gon' relocate
Bars fired like a MAC-11
I'm a walking phantom, I don't ghost away
Driving in Liberty, GTA
I ain't giving you my ETA
Bitch, I'm here to set the record straight
No one cares about your V-V8
Rap City, I'm a cannibal
I'm an animal, you gon' relocate
Bars fired like a MAC-11
I'm a walking phantom, I don't ghost away
Left the Trail, left the ****ing zoo
Pray to God they don't find the clue
Ajile shorts with the Nike shoe
Foie gras at the Rendezvous
Keep it under, all my whereabouts,
All the other business made.
Know they tryna ****ing turn me down,
Cause they know I wanna say
(yuh)
I am the Phantom that Rolls in your sleep
I am the Fashion, you can't go in deep
I am the mythical, lyrical, biblical
critical, physical puncture indeed
Innovator, I'm the Monty Gator
You the duplicator of the shit that I do
Gladiator, you the fabricator
I'm just ****ing greater for the shit that I blew
Yeah
Uh-huh
Woah
Woah
Driving in Liberty, GTA
I ain't giving you my ETA
Bitch, I'm here to set the record straight
No one cares about your V-V8
Rap City, I'm a cannibal
I'm an animal, you gon' relocate
Bars fired like a MAC-11
I'm a walking phantom, I don't ghost away
Driving in Liberty, GTA
I ain't giving you my ETA
Bitch, I'm here to set the record straight
No one cares about your V-V8
Rap City, I'm a cannibal
I'm an animal, you gon' relocate
Bars fired like a MAC-11
I'm a walking phantom, I don't ghost away
I be spitting spitting crisp
Prussian colour, walking Crip
I don't make the tea, I sip
Tell me why you got a (yuh, yuh)
Wish I really gave a ****
All these bitches that you hit
All the Fentanyl, many Adderall
All these LSD you slip
H-E- ****ing double hockey sticks
Pull up classy, we don't **** with mids
Say she like me, that's so obvious
Sit back, tell me what the problem is
This ain't no game, ain't no joke, I'm so tired
Diana Burnwood, need my money wired
BAM! BAM! while I bust out your tyres
BAM! BAM! while I bust out your head
Stuck steady with my 4 seat belt harness
Shining all the way, you bitches need varnish
Dash the radish off, I don't need that garnish
You ****ers negative, you make me go tarnish
I ran outta topic, you ran outta options
I ran outta comments, you ran outta captions
I ran outta silence, you ran outta challenge
They ran outta balance, you ran outta (shit)
Make another one, break another one
Take another one, shake another one
Pop another one, cop another one
Stop another one, crop the other one
Drink another one, eat the other one
Save another one, beat the other one
Feel like Khaled, bring another one
Got the other one.