P.A.N

[Intro]

It's the dawg

Show ’em this shit, Brazy

Thumbing through this shit back to back

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Fat ass bankroll keep on busting out my damn Jeans

Fine shit sliding striker while, I'm serving she wanna be my trap queen

Turkey bags vacuum seals nigga this a dope boy dream

Gray dope wax bags stuffed nigga this heroin clean

Stay down until you come up nigga you know big Papi the definition

It ain't in the name of love but I get a brick and I’m stepping in it

They say “Papi talk that dope boy shit but you ain't been dropping in a minute”

Unc owe me a hunnit for 3 months and I've been tryna get it

Scored a pint from Boobie i could've sold It but i rather sip it

Designer rocka junkie and I got a sick codeine addiction

Bust down my mouth went wall to wall gave five thousand dollars to my dentist

Don't give a fuck about a critic I'm tryna stuff a Honda Civic

Mommy tell me “I'm a damn dope boy” just like my damn dad

Kick the door up the pole nigga where them damn bags?

Ain't no rules in this shit they [?] they self when it come to that cash

He [?] with a 20 ball I’m walking around I’m talking glass

I ain't drive nowhere to serve a whole P nigga I serve the whole street

Auntie calling asking me for credit I ain’t did this since fourteen

I got high class clientele my [?] just pulled a dub out

Ice rocks locked in my mouth bitch they ain't coming out

Papi pop that shit way too damn much bitch I need [?]

Fell asleep on drink she send a text she trying to express her feelings

Real dope boy I'm five hundred degrees I'm sliding drop top ain’t got no ceiling

Papi been bout it ain't got no limit

Thirty thousand Cuban ain't got no pendant

C-H strike this is not no rental he might show that money but he not gonna spend It

Nun of my teeth got [?] in them Foreign I drive is not no rental

Broke ass niggas signing for crumbs hungry ass crackers signing bums

Put a hole in a nigga like Shia LaBeouf one by one you can line them up

They was sleep on papi I'm waking them up and

I ain't taking shit no way but up

She don't know my name but know I'm papered up

Hunnits I'm thumbing got paper cuts I'm him not then ion say it enough

Laid up with that hoe you need to chase some money

The car go “Rrr” I crank it up the Glock hit harder than Gervonta punch

Bitch I need my cheese, cheddar, chips and some extra dip salary lettuce my neck full of carrots Bitch I'm doing shit

Cartier lens this bitch look like sonic got blue berry tint

Extravagant you know I'm out your league the way I pop my shit

[Break]

One, two, three four, five, six, seven ,eight, nine, ten

Nigga

[Verse 2]

Took a break from rapping to count this mother fucking check right now

Nigga can't even show me least a dime nigga sit your broke ass down

Poor ass nigga ain't buy that bitch shit swear the fuck on me nigga

Big body foreign taking up both lines you ain't even got a car

Broke ass nigga can't even buy a strike to to go pick ya bitch up nigga

Bitch I'm sliding hot five thousand bucks how you ain't got on nigga

Woody pull up smiling at a nigga bitch her panties hitting the floor

Every nigga around me got they mouth bossed up and pockets full of dough

I ain't got a haircut in 3 weeks this bitch gon' let me fuck like I just left the barber

Bitch know I wake up and get some money she love my dirty draws

Fine shit straight from Alabama she love my country grammar

This bitch gon' show me a real good time but pap don't got no manners

Beating this little bitch and she keep screaming “boy I got work in the morning”

[Outro]

Yeah that's a thousand right there