Phonk Alphabet, jolt from the crypt! [Chorus: Phonk Alphabet] Mind fried lightning strike To the ribs, spark the ghost Catch flames But I sniff panic when I roll deep Clawed back from the pit With whispers from the black side Ain't that raw For these block fakes slippin' Glide low in the slab Your shorty ghosted to the dash Seen graves in the mirror Thank the streets, still pumpin' I chow, then the crew chows They clutch blades Rest shook frozen, that don't mesh [Verse 1: Phonk Alphabet] Eye the flood I unleash on these lames They chasin' swells, scoutin' cuts To bleed in our lane Can't grip the haze It's warped I'm lit eternal, they peeped the spark Now the cycle grinds, I'm shade again I'm slicin' your squad with a shank Hold tight, meat tears One slash, your end swift Blackout, dirt nap Shh Riot 'cause I'm feral Would I ease if the demon Caged my dome's storm [Chorus: Phonk Alphabet] Mind fried lightning strike To the ribs, spark the ghost Catch flames But I sniff panic when I roll deep Clawed back from the pit With whispers from the black side Ain't that raw For these block fakes slippin' [Verse 2: Phonk Alphabet] Glide low in the slab Your shorty ghosted to the dash Seen graves in the rearview Thank the streets, still pumpin' I chow, then the crew chows They clutch blades Rest shook frozen, that don't mesh Sidewreck havoc When I hit the turf Freakout Nah, you dodge Buzzkill 'Cause I drop the storm, fool Best know I Strangle with the surge Lord have mercy I'm ghosted, my grip's twisted The fall's fixed when they swarm blind I lean back, chill Watch badges outline your shell in dust You peep how we slide So lock it in your skull We cracklin', voltage poppin' Clowns tryna trace Just halt Like screw your rip-off We 'bout to snap the chain Step to the fresh tide Clock that I'm the wheelman Ayy [Chorus: Phonk Alphabet] Mind fried lightning strike To the ribs, spark the ghost Catch flames But I sniff panic when I roll deep Clawed back from the pit With whispers from the black side Ain't that raw For these block fakes slippin' Glide low in the slab Your shorty ghosted to the dash Seen graves in the rearview Thank the streets, still pumpin' I chow, then the crew chows They clutch blades Rest shook frozen, that don't mesh
