NOTDATYPE

Yeah, I'm on that real shit, cause I feel shit, you know what I'm saying?
Most of y'all niggas don't know
Saying, man, real Phantom shit, man, all 2025, man

Driving my car with the racks in the middle
Me and my dawgs, we gon' fuck up the rental
Fuckin' with us, we gon' aim at your temple
I'm not the type to get pressed bout a issue
You cross the line, then your mama gon' miss you
I'm not the type to go shoot with a pistol
More of the type to go make your bitch whistle
Know I'm the type to still fuck on her menstrual

Put out my music, they don't give a fuck
Even if I take a break for a month
Family and money, the thing that I trust
Can't be distracted by women and lust
From time to time I might get me a buss
Right after that send that bitch on a bus
Me and my gang, we so concrete, it's us
Grind by myself, but with them, it's a plus
I want a wife, what the fuck is a crush?
If you a hoe, I'll leave you in the dust
I might still fuck, but I'm still in disgust
Get money over a hoe is a must
Race to the top, cause I'm beatin' the odds
On the brick road, like from Wizard of Oz
I'm a real villain like General Zod
But I'm a saint, getting closer to God
Give me a wave and I give you a nod
Look at me funny, I look at you odd
Me and this cash, we like peas in a pod
To her, you a saint, but to me, I'm a dog
Act up on FaceTime, I put you on pause
For the past month, I've been fuckin' on PAWGs
Go where it's snowin, but still want it all
You want some pipe, girl, you know who to call

Driving my car with the racks in the middle
Me and my dawgs, we gon' fuck up the rental
Fuckin' with us, we gon' aim at your temple
I'm not the type to get pressed bout a issue
You cross the line, then your mama gon' miss you
I'm not the type to go shoot with a pistol
More of the type to go make your bitch whistle
Know I'm the type to still fuck on her menstrual

Feeling like future, I turned to a monster
Might catch a body and smoke you like Rasta
You boiling hot, you get soft like some pasta
I got the recipe, dawg, you not sauced up
Old heads be beefin, just watch for your daughter
She's 23, so she mine, that's a promise
Just for a laugh run a train like she Thomas
I can be evil sometimes, to be honest
I got her hooked on like phonics
Beating her coins out like Sonic
Do no girl friends, to be honest
Relationships never plutonic
I'm not a trick, but if she mine, say that she want it, she got it
I swear to God, she want a car I ask her, what color Bugatti?
Always gon' tell you the truth when it hurt
Never gon' tell you I'm sorry
If a bitch ever trap me with a baby, I'ma go take her on Maury