Danny Bruh Phantom

Pull up with a chopper and I got invisibility
Ghosting everybody on my Snap, they call me Danny P
Used to hit her with a poop sock, now I hit the yeet (Yeet)
If you talking hella smack, you about to get smacked on
Pull up with a strap and I’m talking 'bout the strap on
On my momma, though, you about to get clapped on
Shoutout BLOCK GANG, all the noobies will get crapped on
We just gettin' better
I call Mickey Mouse to share some of my cheddar
You call up your homies and tickle their feathers
And you switching sides like your name’s Caitlyn Jenner
Pooping with my shooters and we calling you a queer
Yeah, my dad is getting cigarettes but it’s been seven years
And you think you hella tough but you never got a stick (Ayy)
All your friends are hella soft that they clapping Timmy Thick (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Pull up with the choppers, dump his body in the trunk (Pew, pew, pew)
They say my flow nasty, it’s stinky like a skunk
You mad 'cause I’m coming up, you in a funk?
Skinny boy all day, I am not a hunk (Bruh)
Scrawny as hell, if you couldn’t tell
Might get caught up and go to jail
I’m black, slavery, yes, I’m for sale
I wish my dad was Christian Bale
Ayy, I ghost her, no Danny Phantom
I wanna go listen to Party Rock Anthem
Shoutout MOL$, Yun Head, Cyno, too
Oh, and Dolph, he is my boo
Just kidding, that was gay, I’m not gay
Ayy, just kidding, that was gay (Yun Head, Obama loves you)