Panda (Remix)

Oh

Yeah-yeah, woo

Yeah-yeah

Pizzle

Woo

Look out

(Worth dying for, worth killing for)

(Worth going to Hell for)

I mean, this shit can't be against the rules now

I fuck with these ****

Get the **** that did Desiigner ad libs

Get him on the phone

'Cause this shit about to be lit, let go

Panda, panda, panda, panda

I got hoes up in Brooklyn

My Jamaican bitches be cooking

She sit me down at the table

I'll let you know how it's looking

Rice and peas, macaroni cheese, collard greens

No, she don't bullshit

She Steph Curry with the curry chicken

She just make a whole bunch of good shit

I've been at the God's

I got the Royce sitting on the tour truck

And they hit me with some bands

That could get me them brown paper bags, get me more bucks

I go and find a secure line with my Zoe's bought down in Florida

I stack it, stack it, pack it, pack it

Stack it, pack it, stack it, pack it in that order

Hol' up (I'm all the way up)

I need to put something in my soda

I don't need no lunch

I'ma go get a bunch of Asian bitches stuffed in the Rover

My legacy, fuck that

They thought that T-Pain wasn't gon' come back

Now go tell them that when you run back

You a hoe so you already done that

Hol' up (I'm all the way up)

I need to put something in my Sprite, bitch

If you think you doing it, I'm 'bout to ruin it

You **** gon' learn tonight, bitch

If you think I'm lit now

Watch what happen when I come and turn on the light switch

I will not plan this shit, I come and handle it

Boy, that ain't shit but a flight, bitch

I mean, really though

If you think about it, really think about it

How hard do they really go?

(Bitch, I'm really dope, woo)

How you really know?

They ain't ready, bro

Panda, panda, panda, panda (Let's go, bitch)

Panda, panda, panda, panda

Aye, that's invisible

I got bitches in the Bronx, ****

They can get me in the back door

Rob a **** in the trap house

Bitch, you just walked in the trapdoor

Cross the body in the Bugatti

Go put the bricks in the wrapper

Boy, you been flipping those bezels

Somebody go ask these **** what they taking a nap for

Illuminappy, that's the squad, ****

Without this shit, I woulda been dead

But I swear to God, I'ma kick you lil' ****

And I put that shit on my kid's head

Cash know I'm an asshole

So don't fuck with bezel and his bread

I'm the type of **** that'll fight a ****

Then go find his chick and get her bitch head

Yeah (I'm all the way up)

Donde esta mi amigo?

Don't put your eye on that people

'Cause I'll turn the back of your head to a peephole

Then kick in the door and murk all your people

You already know the weapon is lethal

Flip the clip, cock it back, pull the hair trigger

Yeah, ****, back for the sequal, oh

I got problems in my head, ****

Smoking that shit from the West Coast

The major key is when you're hating me

You gon' fuck around, get your neck broke

You fucking 'round with the Winsquad

They gon' find your body at the Texaco

This summer coming and you coming with nothing

You ready pussy ****, let's go

All I say is panda, panda and they handle, handle my shit

While I'm chilling up in Alabama

Tryna show a bitch off as Lambo can get

With all this green up under these gold chains

No mistaking me, fucked up again

Bitch, I make platinum, I'm coming after them

Passing them, all I do is fucking win, bitch

I got broads out in Cali

I got hoes getting ratchet

Hit dispensaries and grab it

Wrap it all up in that plastic

USPS, I'ma track it

Two-day priority, I'll have it

They making a meet and I'm texting

Two hundred racks in the mattress

I don't know about y'all but I'm a street ****

Ain't got a sound like nobody, I'm just me, ****

Been on tour with T-Pain, that's for free, ****

That's why I still fuck with them bricks and the weed, ****

And that's why I hop in my Jag

My **** gon' hop in that Benz

My **** gon' hop in that Porsche

And, no, we don't need no new friends

'Cause we'll go hop in that Ghost

And, yeah, that boy still got them in's

Look at that lift on them four's

Look at them muh'fucking rims

And I keep tryna tell you I'm from Florida, babe

Steal fifty grand sofa for that Mercedes Benz

The baddest bitches in the world

Yeah, they'll drive you crazy

I'm from the cocaine era, I'm a hater's baby

Fucking panda