Cydel Young - Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro] (Perfect) Faaaaaaaa Faaaaaaaa Faaaaaaaa Faaaaaaaah [Verse 1: Kanye West] I told, I told, ay ay, I told you Up in the morning, miss you bad Sorry I ain't called you back Same problem my father had All his time, all he had, all he had In what he dreamed All his cash, market crashed Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that Drops some stacks pops is good Momma pa** in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Driving fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm coming back I'll be taking all the stacks [Verse 2: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and sh**, sippin' Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace sh**, life Desiigner Whole bunch of lavish sh** They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' sh** I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I drive this sh** Black X6, Phantom White X6, k**in' 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 dancin' bigger than a Pandie Go Oscar for Grammy, b**h pull up ya panty Fill up I'ma flip it, I got b**hes pull up and they get it I got n***as that's countin' for digits Say you make you a lot of new money Know some k**as pull off and they in the Wraith CTD, pull up in the k**a Bape Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank n***as up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank f** we gon' 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 gon' trend it Jeff The Don doin' business Zana Ray f**in' up sh** and she doin' her business I be gettin' to the chicken Countin' to the chicken And all of my n***as gon' split it [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 [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I'm with Ruggs in Atlanta Bunch of d** and the Fanta Bunch of guns in the Phantom Spendin' money like a scammer My young n***as in the kitchen whippin' Whippin', livin' large at the hammer Duckin' law and the scammers Free my dawgs out the slammer Black car, panther Shorty call, never answer 20 foreigns in the mansion Diamonds on me and they dancin' I don't really understand rappers n***as jumpin' on bandwagons All these bands got my pants saggin' 63s on the Benz wagon 62s on the Maybach b**h I'm comin' for the payback 62s in the pot, n***a Tryna whip it up and bring it way back You in the club and spending your cop money All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got money We lookin' at you like you need to stop money You k**in' yourself with that lil' half a block money I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper You the type hopin' I fall, that's what you want, hater 'Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater These s**ers gon' hate you no matter you broke or you on paper Hundred bands, added up We gettin' money, they mad at us At the j**eler buyin' more Rollies I don't think these n***as man enough f** them n***as, sh** we stuntin' on 'em n***as, they ain't got nothin' on us n***as that we never f** with Run and tellin' people that we fronted on 'em n***a made me put a hundred on you Do you dirty, put the drummer on you Shots never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop We'll run up on you Dead bodies, homicide Head shot, mama cry Cops lookin', got an alibi Lawyer money, n***a, buyin' time [Verse 4: T-Pain] I got b**hes in the Bronx, n***a They can get me in the back door Rob a n***a in the trap house, b**h you just walked in the trap door Caught the body in the Bugati, go put the bricks in the wrapper Thought they was sleepin on Pizzle Somebody go ask these n***as what they takin' a nap for Illuminappy, that the squad, n***a Without that sh** I would've been dead But I swear to God I'mma keep k**in' n***as and I put that sh** on my kid's head Cash Know. I'm an a**hole. So don't f** with Pizzle and his bread I'm the type the type of n***a that'll find a n***a then go and find his chick and a get b**h head Yea, I'm all the way up ¿Dónde estás, mi amigo? Don't put your eye in that peephole Cause I'll turn the back of your head to a peephole Think again, and then go and murk all your people You already know the weapon is lethal Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair trigger Yeah n***a, back for the sequel, oh I got problems in my head, n***a Smokin' that sh** from the West Coast The major key is when you hatin' me, you could f** around get your neck broke You f** around with the Winsquad, they could find your body at the Texaco The summer comin' and you comin' with nothin' You ready p**y-n***a, let's go [Bridge: T-Pain] All I say is "Panda, Panda" and they handle-handle my sh** While I'm chillin' up in Alabama tryna show a b**h how fast a lambo can get With all of this green up under these gold chains, they mistakin' me for the king b**h, I make platinum, I'm comin' after them Pa**in' them, all I do is f**ing win, b**h [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 [Bridge: Kanye West, Montana of 300, & Desiigner] I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I It's too f**in' easy! (Ay!) Get off me! (Panda) I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda, panda) I'm just getting warmed up in this mothaf**a Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda Taking all the stacks, oh [Verse 5: Montana of 300] Turned off her phone to make you think that her phone dead She grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead" She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Daddy Long Legs She gave me dome so long, I called her ConeHead You a send-off You be taking orders, Good Burger n***a Old broke a**, pockets hurtin', n***a Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman n***a I discourage n***as, then dirt a n***a Klay Thompson got the Stephen Curry with 'em That's a warrior we got with a 30 with em Boy this ain't a game, I ain't through with a n***a Get rappers' head like a turban, n***a Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace, n***a If I wave it at em like a current, n***a Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, n***a With his magazine from this ratchet scene Ain't no calories, I'll burn a n***a Put yo' greasy a** in a f**in' box That's churches, n***a, I done murdered n***as If I'm lyin', then God can come strike me down When I come up they gon' invite me out Stay online talkin' sh** 'till i sign 'em out Had to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike town And these b**hes, they wanna be wifey now I just did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand) I be drippin', I know they don't like me now Somebody please come and wipe me down I'm on the edge, no baseline With a hoodie on like Trayvon I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time Black 40 singin', thats Akon I'm a real shoota, f** James Bond No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's FaceTime Back to the green, like Draymond Whoo! But see me, I don't play no f**in' games You a goofy, a Buford, a f**in' lame You wanna ride on my dick for some f**in' fame Get sent out from your block, that's a f**in' shame Even you know you not in my f**in' lane I pulled up on you n***as like Birdman And you know not to play with my f**in' name I know God gon' be real disappointed in me If I choose to come blow out ya f**in' brains Do yo' p**y a** like I did What's-His-Name Take his a** out the f**in' game You a toy boy you ain't got Buzz You ain't hard, n***a you a fake Woody Cook his soft a** like some baked cookies Zip his body up like a Bape hoodie My lyrics dope, I got crack for the fiends He thought he could see me, he's imagining things He ain't enough cash to come clash with the king While you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', with fashion I'm clean I come through with some sh** that you haven't seen You gotta be sick, all you do is ride dicks Someone go get this p**y some vaginal cream They call me Jabos, got that strap in my jeans I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after Kareem If he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin' I'll give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine Boy, you just a actor that rap like Hakeem Don't make me come down like the wrestler Sting Take L's like a knight when I slide like a bishop I'll checkmate your king then snatch up your queen I'm bout to blow like they pa**ed me the green Just got a new gat, it's a mac with a beam My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I sing Get wet with this pump when I squeeze gasoline See, when it come down to them bars b**h I got a whole buncha' lotta' sh** You can pay for this knowledge with scholarships Rap god givin' hip hop it's oxygen They find it astonishing Every line, he's been prime like he Optimus Shine like he polished himself Had to grind to the top and sh** He's been blessed, he's the best He's like Jordan in '96 FGE who we rockin' with Record labels mad cause he ain't signin' sh** I thank God that I don't owe nobody sh** Flow with an old soul like a moccasin Go tell 'Ye that I'm k**in Desiigner's sh** I just bear hugged a panda then bodied it You irrelevant, you talk a lotta sh** You should write a book called "How to Ride a Dick" Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer sh** b**hes hope I slide in with my hockey stick My 40 got 30 inside of it It got Mr. Miyagi's karate kick I'll blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin' zits With them guns he be clumsy, he droppin' sh** Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin' sh** [Bridge: Montana of 300 & Desiigner] Montana, I'm the Rap God Every bar's cold, every line hot Fire in the Church, sorry for the wait (Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda) Had to put the panda in a pine box Squad! [Verse 6: 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 [Bridge: Desiigner] They been waitin' for this sh** for a long time didn't they I'ma give it everythin' I got Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner (He's heating up!) Ayy I'm just feelin' my vibe right now I'm feelin' myself [Bridge: Desiigner] Panda, Panda Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda [Hook: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Hittin' off licks in the bando Black X6, Phantom White X6 look like a panda Goin' out like I'm Montana Hundred k**as, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Sellin' 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 [Bridge: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta (x4) [Bridge: Caroline Shaw] How can I find you? Who do you turn to? How do I bind you? [Outro: Pastor T. L. Barrett] If I don't turn to you No other help I know, I stretch my hands