Panda (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
FGE sh*t
Fire in the Church
And all that
May 20th
This why they call me the f*ckin' rap god, man

[Verse 1]
Tony Mon-tana
And bro nem got blown with the blamma
I freed all the guys out the slamma
I came with that bag like I'm Santa
Two straps on my hip like a Pamper
Try to check us, get popped like a Fanta
I will slide with that pole like a dancer
Come up outta that tent like a camper
Dressed up in all black like a panther
I creep and I crawl, no tarantula
Bandana my face in a flag
Choppa singin' the national anthem
I'm shootin' sh*t, Cannon
The clip's in a shape like banana
He got nailed he wasn't watching his grammar
b*tch I think I'm Thor with the hammer
A.I. what I nicknamed my gun
And yo' question, I stay with the answer
In the field, I will leave yo' ass lyin'
In a hole, you get buried like Sanders
Oh, I could black both of your eyes
Leave your b*tch ass lookin' like a panda
I get green like the Hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they check out my lines like a scanner
Got your b*tch on my di*k, I can't stand her
Hit, now she think she all that like Amanda
Yeah, you know I ball like Evander
And she call me daddy like I'm Danny Tanner
The pus*y pink like she fight cancer
I let that b*tch give me top on the camera
Went down south on me like Alabama
I came and I made that b*tch step like the gamma
[Bridge]
It's too f*ckin' easy!
Get off me!
I'm just getting warmed up in this mothaf*cka'
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!

[Verse 2]
Turned off her phone to make you think that her phone dead
She grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my di*k and nicknamed it big Daddy Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I called her Conehead
You a send-off
You be taking orders, Good Burger n*gga
Old broke ass, pockets hurtin', n*gga
Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman n*gga
I discourage n*ggas, then dirt a n*gga
Klay Thompson got the Stephen Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got with a 30 with 'em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't Derwin, n*gga
Get in rappers' head like a turban, n*gga
Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace, n*gga
If I wave it at 'em like a current, n*gga
Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, n*gga
With his magazine from this ratchet sing
Ain't no calories, I'll burn a n*gga
Put yo' greasy ass in a f*ckin' box
That's Church's, n*gga, I done murdered n*ggas
If I'm lyin', then God can come strike me down
When I come up they gon' invite me out
Stay online talkin' sh*t 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike town
And these b*tches, they wanna be wifey now
I just did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin', I know they don't like me now
Somebody please come and wipe me down
I'm on the edge, no baseline
With a hoodie on like Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time
Black 40 singin', thats Akon
I'm a real shoota, f*ck James Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's FaceTime
Back to the green, like Draymond
Whoo!
But see me, I don't play no f*ckin' games
You a goofy, a Buford, a f*ckin' lame
You wanna ride on my di*k for some f*ckin' fame
Get sent out from your block, that's a f*ckin' shame
Even you know you not in my f*ckin' lane
I pulled up on you n*ggas like Birdman
And you know not to play with my f*ckin' name
I know God gon' be real disappointed in me
If I choose to come blow out ya f*ckin' brains
Do yo' pus*y ass like I did What's-His-Name
Take his ass out the f*ckin' game
You a toy boy you ain't got Buzz
You ain't hard, n*gga you a fake Woody
Cook his soft ass like some baked cookies
Zip his body up like a Bape hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he imagining things
Ain't got enough cash to come clash with the king
While you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams
So swaggin', I'm saucin', with fashion I'm clean
I come through with some sh*t that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride di*ks
Someone go get this pus*y some vaginal cream
They call me Girbauds, got that strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after Kareem
If he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin'
I'll give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap like Hakeem
Don't make me come down like the wrestler Sting
Take L's like a knight when I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate your king then snatch up your queen
I'm bout to blow like they passed me the green
Just got a new gat, it's a mac with a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I sing
Get wet with this pump when I squeeze gasoline
See, when it come down to them bars
b*tch I got a whole buncha' lotta' sh*t
You can pay for this knowledge with scholarships
Rap god givin' hip hop it's oxygen
They find it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime like he Optimus
Shine like he polished himself
Had to grind to the top and sh*t
He's been blessed, he's the best
He's like Jordan in '96
FGE who we rockin' with
Record labels mad cause he ain't signin' sh*t
I thank God that I don't owe nobody sh*t
Flow with an old soul like a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye that I'm killin Desiigner's sh*t
I just bear hugged a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you talk a lotta sh*t
You should write a book called "How to Ride a di*k"
Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer sh*t
b*tches hope I slide in with my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 inside of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's karate kick
I'll blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin' zits
With them guns he be clumsy, he droppin' sh*t
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin' sh*t
[Outro]
Montana, I'm the Rap God
Every bar's cold, every line hot
Fire in the Church, sorry for the wait
Had to put the panda in a pine box
Squad!