Young Lucid - Panda lyrics

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]