[Intro]

You are now listening to the hottest producer with the hottest bit

Oh shit, whoa this the Panda beat

Man everybody

Fuck this motherfucker up man

My brother

Double S-O shit

Double S-O shit

Too fly, squad, squad

Gang, gang

Damn we got whole S-O lot man

Gang, gang, gang, gang

We got time for the song, for the beat to drop this shit man

Watch this

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Gang

I’m bout to do some crazy adlib for ya’ll

Squad, squad, squad

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1]

My roll up bad, boo pull a drink in my cup

Drop a Xan in the Fanta

Black and white fit when I hit me a lick

Yo bitch fat like a panda

Your bitch she pull out a camera

Then start walking in the show

I just want money and dope

And a bad bitch tell her give me throat

White in the ceiling, no baby powder

And I got guns on the kitchen floor

I’m shooting like Curry

And you just stuck on the bedroom floor

With the plug, with the jersey I need plenty more

Bitches get on my nerves like a fucking sore

I’m off the lean and the purp

Fuck a pancake but I pour up the syrup

Now I move slow like a panda

He done leaving a nigga down an-a

Roll then I smoke up some dope

Cause this help make me out with my stamina

Fuck these bitches cause I cannot stand them

So I smoke dope but I don’t sip now

Jump out the Glock and the clip now

Clip will make fuck niggas sit down

His squad will pull up if you skip town

Crews be alright with them hammers

Double SO be the squad

And if you not squad then you can catch cancer

Hold up, that’s what I’m saying nigga

[Verse 2]

Aye, aye

You know I’m rocking that cost down

That’ll keep crushing my pocket

30 a mil pop it

Desiigner get your grind up nigga

Check my Roley your time up nigga

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Squad, squad, let’s get it, let’s get it

These niggas be softer than panda

Now I’m too smooth with the grammar

Niggas get flipped like a channel

Cause I got grip on the handle

You niggas take ills like you Santa

Dont smoke that, ayethat’s the jet fuel

Got me cooking like a chef dude

Pay me my money or I press dude

Big pounds, bout a ton

Lil niggas penny pinching

Weapon leave the skin red

Thinking he [?] Griffin

You need to work out skinny

Need to go to Planet Fitness

We been dabbling in the treasures

Run on a thing in the benches

We sharp like blu-ray

Squad shooting like 2K

Bow, bow, call a dude aye

Like gang, fuck a dude say

Just a hero, duvet

Bicking like mission Impossible

You little niggas is comical

Bullets will touch all your follicles

The play will get changed like an audible

You don’t fuck with me that is [?]

Cause I don’t get fucked by the lot of you

Don’t give a fuck bout a lot of dudes

We pull up like the rockets

Four niggas outta pocket

Make a nigga turn to topics

Then we float to the tropics

[Verse 3]

Whoo! Double S-O mo’

Too fly to shoot

Just vibe to h turnt shit [?]

Whoo, aye

Too fly, don’t call me John

Don’t fuck with cops

And shoot with saucer [?]

He snitch on my brother in law

Why the fuck you think

I don’t really fuck with cops

Man I got em up

Pull up on a drop

Leave a nigga on his block

Depends on who got the dope

And we all got the guns

Tell me what ya’ll tryna cop

Tell your homie I ain’t bout a run

I hit a nigga like a nugget outta socks

You wanna roll we can really run

Double S boy, we’ll let that semi pop

Call me lucky but I never couch

Tryna touch my pocket

Your broke ass needs to stop

I pull a move on any block and any spots

I ain’t scared of getting locked