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phat geez - panda (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
i ain’t got no rap for you n-ggas
phat geez, why not thru the bloodline let’s get it

[verse 1]
f-ck them b-tches we just want the money
when you broke they treat you like you funny
i done seen a lot of n-ggas change
get some change they start acting funny
i done seen a lot of n-ggas fold
how you hang with homie if he told?
he ain’t pull the trigga lil n-gga froze
we them ones runnin’ round with them poles
member all them hoes i expose?
b-tches still f-ckin’ lord knows
we the type never share clothes
different swag, different wardrobes

[interlude]
these n-ggas know the memo
they keep on hatin’ while we countin this mothaf-ckin’ paper
we them mothaf-ckin’ youngins’ that all them oldheads look up to
we gettin’ this mothaf-ckin’ money out here, n-gga
we ain’t doin’ no fraudin’

[verse 2]
you n-ggas ain’t real, we gettin’ money like we got a deal
they cross that line then they see how it feel
we gettin’ high off the weed and the pills, right
we up in the field
youngin’ hug the block, just like shaquille
it’s k!ll or be k!lled, finger on the trigger i let it peel
woah, you b-tches don’t know me
when i’m on the laker feel like i’m kobe
drop the top like gin0bili
all them clowns around you look like a circus
you n-ggas ain’t focused, n-ggas riding waves
see where it’s goin’, these b-tches be hoing
think she on the low but my n-ggas knowin’
it’s lookin’ like i got a stylist
flying my b-tch out the island
young n-gga fly as a pilot (young n-gga, what?)
watch out the coppers still watchin’, watch out the coppers still watchin’
strapped up with 30’s for n-ggas who plottin’
put my name up in a rap then you dying
ain’t gettin’ money them n-ggas be lying
probably somewhere in the hill, i’m chasin’ a mil
b-tches be f-ckin’ forreal, b-tches be f-ckin’ for pills
we go to war with the steel, shootin’ sh-t act like i’m bill
n-ggas act shady when its coming down to the bill
we them youngin’s runnin’ round with them drills, we them youngin’s runnin’ round with them drills, woah

[bridge]
we them youngin’s runnin’ round with them drills, we them youngin’s runnin’ round with them drills
act up n-gga you gone really get k!lled, act up n-gga you gone really get k!lled
i can tell you ain’t really in the field, i can tell you ain’t really in the field
act up n-gga you gone really get k!lled

[verse 3]
you the type n-gga pop sh-t in your tweet
i’m the type n-gga pop up with the heat
ain’t bout no ‘fetti we don’t call it beef
servin’ the sh-t that they put on the leaf
my n-ggas hunnid deep up in the reef
i got them double c’s all on my sneaks
f-ck yall forgot what i did to the streets?
f-ck yall forgot what i did to the beat?
white s7, panda, all black pana-mera
all these hoes staring, i might f-ck her on camera
flexing ’til them n-ggas jam ya
brung them birds from atlanta, brung them birds from atlanta
tell the homie bring the quarter back, no scramble, woah!

[outro]
we f-ckin’ that work up (young n-gga x3)
yeah, young n-gga f-ckin’ that work up
selling dope, scramble, white s7 panda, all black pana-mera
all these hoes, staring
sellling dope, scramble, selling dope scramble
white s7, panda, all black pana-mera
all these hoes, they staring, all these hoes staring

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