ZayBang - Panko lyrics

Bust down Cubans
I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand
We at Hot Sauce and Panko
(Ayy, we in the field with
It, on my mama, nigga, baow)

I be everywhere they said a nigga can't go
Bitch, I'm a whole different nigga
When my pape' low bust down Cubans
I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand
We at Hot Sauce and Panko
They asked me who a nigga came with
I brought the Draco
I hardly even wear designer shoes
These some Fazos
Hella new attachments on the
Chop like some LEGOs
A Rolls-Roycе truck and a Urus, we on Melrose

Brokе nigga
You should put some lotion on them elbows
He tried to buy a gun from my bro
But we don't sell those (Clown)
I made thirty thousand off some
Sweats and some shell toes
I used to fuck with bitches who
Be hustlin' and sell clothes
I just need a good bitch to bring the pack in
I told baby, "Never pull straight
You gotta back in"
And you can catch me out in hella cities
I don't tap in
Them headshots'll leave a nigga dead like
What happened?
Since I lost my brother, it been madness
I can do it by myself, I'm a savage
Hey, I just wanna bust down the Patek
And shoot a sucker nigga in
His face with a passion
Ayy, old-school shooters like the Mavericks
And I don't fuck with bum bitches
They got baggage
Givenchy slides at the beach, I ain't average
I fucked the lil' bitch so good
She lost her lashes

I be everywhere they said a nigga can't go
Bitch, I'm a whole different nigga
When my pape' low bust down Cubans
I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand
We at Hot Sauce and Panko
They asked me who a nigga came with
I brought the Draco
I hardly even wear designer shoes
These some Fazos
Hella new attachments on the
Chop like some LEGOs
A Rolls-Royce truck and a Urus, we on Melrose

It's time to get fresh
I'm callin' brother for some Beno
A clear mind
I might just take a drive down to Reno
And all a nigga tryna talk
Is cash like I'm Gino
I see you out here cappin' for the net
But, you know we know a big rat
Why you have to tell? You broke the G code
The way I'm gettin' money
I feel like I got a cheat code
You niggas buyin' shoes for the bitch
I'm buyin' gleekos a celebration
I'll take a steak and some Clicquot
We upscale
I know they hate to see my niggas up now
Just sent her to Kentucky with the pack
It's a touchdown
The same hoes that never gave me time
I could fuck now my young boy itchin' for a
Body or a bust down
We be gettin' money sun-up to, nigga, sundown
And fuck suckers' last nigga died
Off a run down
I'm eatin' hella food off this juice
This the comedown
And every time a sucker get smoked
We eatin' lunch out

I be everywhere they said a nigga can't go
Bitch, I'm a whole different nigga
When my pape' low bust down Cubans
I just used to want a Franco
Just hit for twenty thousand
We at Hot Sauce and Panko
They asked me who a nigga came with
I brought the Draco
I hardly even wear designer shoes
These some Fazos
Hella new attachments on the
Chop like some LEGOs
A Rolls-Royce truck and a Urus, we on Melrose