P.A.N

Lyrics

[Intro] It's the dawg I'm 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 hundred for 3 months and I've been tryna get it Scored a pint from booba i could've sold It but i rather sit 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 [?] 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 singing bums Put a hole in a nigga like Shia LaBeouf one by one you 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