Pink Panther Lyrics

Yeah, woke up to this paper tryna get it bitch

Hiding racks them bitches untouched, them bitches celibate

My bitch fly as fuck and she a demon call her Maleficent

Yeah we tied in

And I need a couple more rubber bands I gotta go tie it again

Whole socials thinking he making cash, that shit is stipend

You tight on bands, flexing 5s and 10s you must be struggling

I'm hustling, i'm sending racks right back into my other hand

Rose gold on my body look like Pink Panther

Hit her once then that bitch wanna know what i'm after

I'm after them racks bitch ain't no other answer

Smoking green and purple the gas be looking like Bruce Banner

In a red fit with a bag I came out looking like i'm Santa

Mob ties on the set I got shooters up in Tampa (came with shooters bitch)

I got shooters in Alabama and Atlanta

He was talking heavy until he see my whole clique come and stand up

My whole crew 100 i'm gone stand on that

Blowing racks, but we ain't even trippin' that bitch coming back—easy

She try swing my head this bitch been talking bout she need me

Uhh, this bitch seen some racks and then she talking bout don't leave me

What the fuck (what the fuck, yeah)

Walked inside this bitch buckled up

Yeah we walked inside this bitch with K's, fuck a knuckle up

This gas be going in some straight paper, I can't fuck with dutch (yeah)

Since he wanna be in the frame we crop him out the picture

In the back it's just me and my folks and we be counting figures

Rio dropped a pack up to the stu, yeah that nigga a Hilfiger

03, niggas run on us them niggas get disfigured