Intro: [Young Lucid]
Yeah yeah
Shout out to Desiigner
He got New York City going crazy over this Panda sh** man
Verse 1: [Young Lucid]
Back on my rap sh**
I'll make a beat do a backflip
We got the weight like a fat chick
My baby girl like an actress
That's Sophia Vega
I say a prayer
For every n***a with zero paper
Some call them haters
I call them broke
Rap and chicken
That's all I know
I ain't talking no caesar
f** n***a hasta la vista
I don't play with that zoe sh**
I ain't swiping no Visas
Only bars that I f**s with are sixteens and ice creams
The day I lie in my verses
God gon' throw your boy in them hearses
That's a fact
I make my cash off of rap
I'll peel your muffin cap way the f** back
You must not know where you're at
Flapping them jiblets
Your riblets is at stake
f** is a break?
I got the flow of the Empire State
Don't you violate my compadres
Or go flying off fire escapes
It's figures over n***as
Make her sing like Bryson Tiller
Oh no, don't
Make me tell you twice
I'll rap until the after life
When I get to heaven L-U-C gon' leave a mark
Until then I want that X6 like a Panda
When I park it I'll be sparking
A backwood fatter than a f**ing Panda
Bridge: [Desiigner]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
Hook: [Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred k**ers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
b**h n***a pull up ya panty
Hope you k**as understand me
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Verse 2: [Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta twisting dope, lean, and sh** sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace sh**, life Desiigner
Whole buncha lot of sh**
They be asking round town who be clappin sh**
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I try this sh**
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, k**ing on camera
Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
Gorilla, they come and k** you with bananas
Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know n***as, they come and k** you on the camera
Big Rollie, it dancing bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar for Grammy, b**h pull up your panty
Fill up I'ma flip it, I got b**hes pull up and they get it
I got n***as that's counting for digits
Say you make you a lot of new money
Know some n***as pull off and they in the Rafe
CTD, they pull off and they k** the Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gone fill the bank, n***as up in the bank We gone drill the bank, f** we gone k** the bank, get it
I got broads, yea I get it
I get cards yea I sh**ted
This how I live it
Did it all for a ticket
Now flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gone trend it
Jeff The Don doing business
Zana Ray f**ing up sh** and she doin' her bidnezz
I be getting to the chicken
Counting to the chicken
And all of my n***as gone split it
[Bridge]
[Hook] x2
[Bridge]