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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy, Phantom (Wooh, wooh)
Bling, ha
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya (Yeah)
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that (Frrt)

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, slide through the shade
Mask tucked tight so my name never fade (Yeah)
Uh, uh, pressure never swayed
Forty with a beam, if I lift—he get sprayed (Pow)
Uh, uh, born in the zone, I attest
March with the crew like we steppin’ in a fest (Let's go)
Uh, uh, shoot like the best
Three after three, feel ’em build in my chest (Brrrt)
Run up the counts while these niggas be out of pocket
Spyin’ on the kid, but they never gon’ stop it
Copy every move like they tryna make a profit
Ice on my neck, now it glimmer like a comet (Wooh)
YN ties, I was really out here mobbin’
Strapped with a pole, ain't no fiction—I was joggin’
Real street motion, I was never out here bloggin’
Heaven ain’t callin’, so the hood kept talkin’ (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya (Uh)
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, bend through the smoke
Whole squad tucked with a Blick and a scope (Brrra)
Uh, uh, cutthroat cloak
Run up on a lane, put the fear in his throat (Wooh)
Uh, uh, draped in the set, I align
Walkin’ like a general, crew right behind (Yeah)
Uh, uh, score on the line
Hit ’em from the corner, watch the numbers all climb (Pow)
Stick in the coat, while these niggas be tryna mock it
Glide through the lane, got the motion in my pocket
Pages they flip, but they never finna top it
Chrome on my wrist, got it sparklin’ like a rocket (Ha)
Whip in the alley, I was livin’ through the crisis
No help came, had to strategize the slices
Work so clean, got the clientele the nicest
Streets too cold—had to double up the vices (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that (Frrt)

[Verse 3]
Uh, uh, creep through the route
Eyes on the prize, never fallin' to the drought (Wooh)
Uh, uh, silence the doubt
Pole in the pants, if it raise—lights out (Pow)
Uh, uh, turf what I rep with the pride
March in a line, whole squad in a stride (Yeah)
Uh, uh, heat on the side
Triple after triple, got the scoreboard wide (Brrrt)
Hustle like a titan while these niggas steady watchin’
Movin’ with the ghost, but they still tryna plot it
Fold under pressure, but the kid never drop it
Chain too loud, whole room finna clock it (Ha)
YN pulse, I been runnin’ with the chosen
Late night shift on the block where it’s frozen
Bricks in the pack, got the motion steady dozin’
Life on the edge—had to keep the door closin’ (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that (Frrt, frrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy, Phantom (Wooh)
Bling, ha

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