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]