YBonDaBeat - Danny Phantom lyrics

[Hook: Shabazz] [2x] Sipping Codine, I pour up in the Fanta I'm in Rodeo; Hopping out of Phantoms So many d** I see ghosts like I'm Danny Trap n***a, make your b**h drop her panties Im on Largo road with Lil D and Manni So many hits, my trap line started jammin' So many hits, my trap line started jammin' [Verse 1: Shabazz] Walk him down; Double glicks in-case one jam up Pakk Boy; Band Up gang in the mansion Bro off two Xanax and he spazzin' I'm off Percocets, my diamonds is dancin' Glock 30, and that b**h is a cannon Shooters creepin' in your chimney [?] Pulled out a choppa now that boy a tranny Put your b**h on a boot she drop her panties Slide in a coupe, and the dash digital Go to the club just to f** up the picture booth Bro got the gas and he got chickens too Keep the windows up, bro aim out the sun roof If you rapping like me, I just might son you Your b**h say you broke, I just might go fund you Trap open 24 like iHop Christian Louboutin, I might play hopscotch When I say "Shabazz n***a" your b**h heart stop That b**h got torch; I call her hot box I want a Porsche; I don't like Mazda b**h Italian; Slurp it up like it's pasta I'm with Rude Boy, you know he a Rasta I'm with the gang, all my n***as is monsters' Gankin' for guwap, you know that we mobbin' These n***as snakes so the Glock in my boxers [Hook: Shabazz] [2x] Sipping Codine, I pour up in the Fanta I'm in Rodeo; Hopping out of Phantoms So many d** I see ghosts like I'm Danny Trap n***a, make your b**h drop her panties Im on Largo road with Lil D and Manni So many hits, my trap line started jammin' So many hits, my trap line started jammin' [Verse 2: Shabazz] Got a b**h at Bowie State like I'm Fetty Wap Plug gave me 10 for 17; I f** with Wap Brother locked up, he ten toes down I f** with [?] n***as still sipping foo a** Wockhardt When the glizzy rock, it sound like pop rocks At my cougar house; She still wear drop socks In a Jaguar, that b**h got a hot spot She got a condo turn it to my trap spot Keep it on me, lil b**h you know I trap alot Free Q Da Fool; Mr. Fukk It Up, get it back Free Lil Mar, he had 9's in his backpack I remember selling dimes in a Nap-sack Ooo, switch the flow up they can't stand it Black and white Panamera, like a Panda Bro in the trap with Whitney and Amanda Pour up a 4 in a Pineapple Fanta Double G holster; My Glock ain't got standards f** up a check when I got to Atlanta Bro off the Xanny', you know he can't stand up Go to Vegas, cause' I'm running my bands up Send more than a thousand grams out in Frostburg Pull up on a n***a block with the Mossberg I'm in the club with my Glock And that b**h came with 22 shots [Hook: Shabazz] [2x] Sipping Codine, I pour up in the Fanta I'm in Rodeo; Hopping out of Phantoms So many d** I see ghosts like I'm Danny Trap n***a, make your b**h drop her panties Im on Largo road with Lil D and Manni So many hits, my trap line started jammin' So many hits, my trap line started jammin'