$ir Abe - Dirty Fanta (Phantom) Lyrics

Yeah, I met her in Atlanta Pour it best, said she love that dirty fanta
Fat pockets, might as well just call em' Fanum
My glock ghost, I call that shit Danny Phantom
Turn the lights down low, can we f*ck? I know the answer
Okay, I smoke weed, so my head spin
You can't come alone, told lil' shorty bring her best friend
No cocaine, sniffing white, I call it Nettspend
She told me her friend's name, I already met them
Yeah, said I'm tired of this shit
I am not your genie, shorty you can't get a wish
If it don't got no blue, then your money counterfeit
And she said she got a dude, she was never getting dick, cap
She was in my crib like every day, is that your bae
Never trust a hoe, they'll play and take your heart away
I look at her woah, she said that she f*ck with Sodomy
Had to tell her no, you gon' have to find another way
Sir Abe got the hoes, which one should he pick
I be with my bitch, she said, bae I wan' hit a lick
We be all alone, it's a vibe, this is my abyss
Drugs get all my love, love no bitch like I love the tris
Ayy, uh, sip that wock, till it's down to the bottom, uh
Shit, f*ck her good, she be walking with a waddle, uh
She said that I'm evil, you should call me a El Diablo
I don't want a shot glass, sipping Henny out the bottle, yeah
I don't give a f*ck, uh, Ricks tie em' up, uh
I pulled up and spray, now them niggas sitting ducks, uh
I'm gon' make her wet, yeah, her pussy like a flood
I'm gon' make her wet, yeah, her pussy like a flood
Yeah, I met her in Atlanta Pour it best, said she love that dirty fanta
Fat pockets, might as well just call em' Fanum
My glock ghost, I call that shit Danny Phantom
Turn the lights down low, can we f*ck? I know the answer
And your bitch a dirty dancer
My nigga Rev, in that pen, he fighting cancer
I be drippin' best, forces blank and white, a panda
Give me cardiac arrest when I'm sippin' dirty Fanta
When I'm sippin' dirty Fanta
When I'm sippin' dirty Fanta
Dirty Fanta
Dirty Fanta
That shit was perfect