Phat Geez - Panda (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] I ain't got no rap for you n***as Phat Geez, Why Not thru the bloodline let's get it [Verse 1] f** them b**hes we just want the money When you broke they treat you like you funny I done seen a lot of n***as change Get some change they start acting funny I done seen a lot of n***as fold How you hang with homie if he told? He ain't pull the trigga lil n***a froze We them ones runnin' round with them poles Member all them hoes I expose? b**hes still f**in' Lord knows We the type never share clothes Different swag, different wardrobes [Interlude] These n***as know the memo They keep on hatin' while we countin this mothaf**in' paper We them mothaf**in' youngins' that all them oldheads look up to We gettin' this mothaf**in' money out here, n***a We ain't doin' no fraudin' [Verse 2] You n***as 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** or be k**ed, finger on the trigger I let it peel Woah, you b**hes don't know me When I'm on the Laker feel like I'm Kobe Drop the top like Ginobili All them clowns around you look like a circus You n***as ain't focused, n***as riding waves See where it's goin', these b**hes be hoing Think she on the low but my n***as knowin' It's lookin' like I got a stylist Flying my b**h out the island Young n***a fly as a pilot (young n***a, what?) Watch out the coppers still watchin', watch out the coppers still watchin' Stacked up with 30's for n***as who plottin' Put my name up in a rap then you dying Ain't gettin' money them n***as be lying Probably somewhere in the hill, I'm chasin' a mil b**hes be f**in' forreal, b**hes be f**in' for pills We go to war with the steel, shootin' sh** act like I'm Bill n***as 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***a you gone really get k**ed, act up n***a you gone really get k**ed I can tell you ain't really in the field, I can tell you ain't really in the field Act up n***a you gone really get k**ed [Verse 3] You the type n***a pop sh** in your tweet I'm the type n***a pop up with the heat Ain't bout no 'fetti we don't call it beef Servin' the sh** that they put on the leaf My n***as hunnid deep up in the Reef I got them double C's all on my sneaks f** yall forgot what I did to the streets? f** yall forgot what I did to the beat? White S7, Panda, all black Pana-mera All these hoes staring, I might f** her on camera Flexing 'til them n***as 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**in' that work up (young n***a x3) Yeah, young n***a f**in' 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