Lyrics: Curtis James Jackson III/Geolier
Music: Lazza/Lorenzo Paolo Spinosa
Producer: Lazza/Low Kidd
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 **** what she ****ing 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 **** 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)
Programming: Lazza/Low Kidd
Vocals: Geolier