Panda (Remix)

[Intro: Desiigner] You are now listening to the hottest producer with the hottest beats on the net, Menace This what they all been waitin' for? I guess so They been waitin’ for this shit for a long time, didn't they? Hey Ayy, I'm just feelin’ my vibe right now I'm feelin' myself [Bridge: Desiigner] Panda, Panda Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda [Chorus: 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 killas, 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 Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand mе I got broads in Atlanta Twistin’ dope, lean, and the Fanta Crеdit 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 killas, 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 Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me [Bridge: Desiigner] Hey Panda, Panda Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda [Verse 1: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin’ dope, lean, and shit, sippin' Fanta Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner Whole bunch of lavish shit They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff in Bugatti whip, look how I drive this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killin' on camera Pop a Perc, I can't stand up Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas Four fellas, they finna pull up in the Phantom Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera Big Rollie, it's dancin' bigger than a Pandie Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch, pull up ya panty Fill up, I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it I got niggas that's countin' for digits Say you make you a lot of new money Know some killers pull off and they in the Wraith CTD, pull up in the killa Bape Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank Fuck, we gon' kill the bank, get it I got broads, yeah, I get it I get cards, yeah, I shitted 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 fuckin' up shit and she doin' her business I be gettin' to the chicken, countin' to the chicken And all of my niggas gon' split it [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I'm with broads in Atlanta Hundred drives in the Phantom Hundred cards in the fan Spendin' money like a scammer My young niggas in the kitchen Whippin', whippin', livin' large at the Hammer Duckin' laws and the scammers Free my dawgs at the slammer Black car, Panda Shawty called, love her, answer Twenty foreigns in the mansion Diamonds on me and they dancin' I'on really understand rappers Niggas jumpin' on bandwagons All these bitches got my pants saggin' Six .3's on the bands, waggin' Sick .2's on the mad back Bet you comin' for the petback Six .2's on the pot, nigga Try to whip it up and bring it right back Hoo, you in the club ain't showin' your card money Ooh, all in the 'Gram, actin' like that you got money Woo, we lookin' at you like you niggas stop money Hoo, you killin' us all with that low-effort bat money I gotta go to the mall and get what I want, baby (Yeah, yeah) You the type open the phone, that's what you want, hey (Yeah, yeah) 'Member back when I was broke, I only had one hatin' You suckers go hatchet, no matter your brother, your aunt, baby (Yeah, yeah) Hundred bands, add it up We gettin' money, they mad at us Add the drool to buy us more Rollies I'on think these niggas mad enough Fuck them niggas, shit, we stuntin' on 'em Niggas say they ain't got nothin' on us Niggas that we never fuck with Run and tell 'em, bitch, with that's what's frontin' on 'em Niggas mad they put a hundred on ya Do ya dub and put the drummer on ya Shots never stoppin' Pa-pa-pa-pa Put them runnin' up on ya Dead bodies, homicide Headshots, momma cried Cops lookin', got a alibi Know your money, nigga, buy a tie, hoe! Damn, my nigga cheatin' on his head, hoe! Took her in the Lambo', my nigga ain't dead, no! Brought her to Miami on somethin' we did, hoe! Blowin' her raunchy, after we did it burn All black in the mirror White bitch in Chanel White and black she a banner White and black she a banner Whippin' it, ride with us In with it, hundred dub Ha-ha-ha [Bridge T-Pain] I mean, this shit can't be against the rules now I fuck with these niggas And this nigga that did them Desiigner ad-libs Get him on the phone 'Cause this shit 'bout to be lit (Woo!) Let go, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda (Hey, hey!) [Verse 3: T-Pain] I got hoes up in Brooklyn (Up in Brooklyn) My juice, mix it up, it be cookin' (Be cookin') Come sit me down at the table (The table) I'll let you know I was lookin' (Oh) Rest in peace, macaroni cheese Collard greens, no, she don't bullshit (Oh) She Steph' Curry with the curry chicken She just make a whole bunch of good shit (Oh) I've been at the doors (I've been at the doors) I've got the right shit known to torture (Torture) And it hit me with some bands It can get me them ride paper Askin' me more bust (More bust) I don't revive no security line With my dawgs right down in Florida I'm stackin', stackin', packin', packin' Stackin', packin', stackin', packin' In at the all doors Hol' up! (I'm all the way up!) I need it with somethin' my sort of I don't need no lunch, I'm a go-getter Bunch of hates and bitches up in the Rover My legacy, fuck that (Woof) They thought that shit wasn't gon' come back Now go tell 'em that when you run back You a hoe so you already done that (Ayy) Hol' up! (I'm all the way up!) A nigga with some' in my swipe, bitch You think you doin' it I'm 'bout to ruin it You niggas don't run the night, bitch If you think I'm lit now Watch what happen when I come and turn on that lightswitch I'm on that pregnant shit I come and handle it But that ain't shit but a pipe, bitch [Bridge: T-Pain] I mean, really, though (Really, though) If you think about it, really think about it How hard do they really go? (Bitch, I'm really dope) What you really know? I ain't ready, bruh Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda (Let's go, bitch) (Ayy, that's a prison, though) [Verse 4: T-Pain] I got bitches in the Bronx (Bronx) Makin' me get in the backdoor Rob a nigga in the traphouse (Traphouse) Bitch, you just walked in a trapdoor (Door) Cross the body in the Bugatti (Yeah) They'll put the bricks in the rep, oh If you slip in the prison, somebody go watch these Niggas while they takin' a nap, oh In new midnight, but that's a scrub, nigga With all of that shit I woulda been dead But that's what I got, on my kick, killin' niggas And out with our shit on my can't tell Cash notes, I'm a asshole So don't fuck with us out on this road I'm the type of nigga that'll follow niggas Then gon' find his chicken, get up, can't tell Yeah (I'm all the way up!) No need to start, mi amigo Don't put your eye on the peephole 'Cause I'll turn the back of your head to a beaver Think again, and I won't mark all your people You already know the weapon is lethal Lick the clip, cock it back, put a head, trigger Yeah, nigga, back for the sequel, oh! I got broads in my hand, nigga Smokin' that shit from the West Coast Imagine kids, when you hatin' me You gon' fuck around get your neck rolled You fuck around, when you is robbed They gon' find your body up in Tesco You sound like, uh, me, you comin' with nothin' You rather pussy, nigga, let's go All I tell you is "Panda, Panda" And they handle, handle my shit While I'm trippin' up in Alabama Tryna show a bitch as a Lamborghini With all this beatin' up, all these gold chains They is mistakin' me for Pepper King They got to Platinum and I'm comin' after them Passin' me but all I do is fuckin' win [Verse 5: Montana of 300] You ain't fam, I'on trust you (I don't) Niggas they jam off your hustle (For real) Your old man wanna crust you (He do) That's a DeAngelo rustle (For real) Set him up, got him (Got him) We've been up, got him (Got him) Wet 'em up when they spot 'em Seven up, red dot 'em I leveled up from the bottom Read it up on the bottom (Walk with me, nigga) I leveled up like the valium Kev, what's up? What's the problem? (Talk to me, nigga) Play your time for the D force I get up, like the cash, nigga I was indie on the rap chore All they see is do the math, nigga On the glizzy like I'm the spare In the Maybach I'm a skunk Talkin' hard 'cause they really selfish Talkin' birds 'cause we really dealt it Got the rockets for the warriors Plays the clip make 'em forty up What it got is every one out ya Pull the heater blow the whole ledge up Many skeets in the foreign chore A free-throw way more important I know some niggas that'll fly on ya Picture rob like black China White party in Atlanta The black party was bananas Dabbin' on 'em like a panther Freddie glove on a Panda Do the sweater on a bear face Bust down from a bare face 'Member me from the staircase? Lotta love got a staircase Now they see how I stepped it up Got it up and then kept it up Freddie, Jason on a Friday Prolly never shoulda slept on us You not the same gotta separate up We ain't never put the weapon up We authentic, y'all replicas Y'all niggas can't wreck with us [Refrain: Fabolous] Fuck a Panda fall I don't stand alone I just wanna wrap my fuckin' hands across Stabbed the head and break the fuckin' Pandas' jaw Burn him up and turn the fuckin' candles on Choke him, beat him, put a couple hammers on him Dab on a nigga while I'm standin' on him Kick him, punch him, throw him Make him say the word tied to a channel Lick a channel, 'fore I put it on And make a spot for two Nigga, this is fuckin' animal abuse Animal cruelty on the fuckin' news I'ma kill the panda 'til he bloody too [Verse 6: Fabolous] And make him black and blue For the black and white I'on fuck with niggas like I pack the dice Eat the panda, bitch, I got a appetite I'm out this world, I floated, I'm a satellite How many rappers gotta try to play me? Tired of hearin' niggas on the same beat Tired of killin' pandas on my overjammers Fly to Atlanta on the same week What's a panda to a fuckin' polar bear? A gorilla to a monkey? Tiger to a puppy? Lion to a kitten? Wolf to a pigeon? Shot to a fish and snake to a infant? Alligator in a waterway Tryna look into it, dinosaur a pet They ain't know that I'm Tiranosaurus Rex Tryna pander up and rub a brother's neck I ain't doin' interviews and autographs I'on like the way you talkin' all of that I should fuck your bitch and never call her back I'll go down in history as a artifact [Refrain: Fabolous] I'm tired of this fuckin' Panda fall I just wanna wrap my fuckin' hands across Stabbed the head and break the fuckin' Pandas' jaw Burn him up and turn the fuckin' candles on Choke him, beat him, put a couple hammers on him Dab on a nigga while I'm standin' on him Kick him, hit him, it'll send the [?] (9:13) And make a spot for two Nigga, this is fuckin' animal abuse Animal cruelty on the fuckin' news I'ma kill the panda 'til he bloody too [Verse 7: Fabolous] That's a bloody mess, that's a bloody death Tell them niggas hatin' on me: "Suck a dick" I ain't satisfied until I get to smash J.Lo And give her ass a couple kiss But I'm on Animal Planet I got my hands on a Phantom I get in again and nobody gon' hand me a pen [To be finished]