Lyrics BLACK PANTHER (feat. LFS) - Pierre K

Know the Republicans probably watching me
She hate my guts but I think she still stalking me
Totin' the chop, the Drac I be walking with
You got a Glock but I know you not poppin' it
Four of the wok, I'm mixing straight drop with the Fanta
His wig getting split like bananas
Slide with a mask like my name the Black Panther
7.62s turn his ass to a dancer
I want me a yacht and I don't even know how to spell that
Spinnin' the block in a hellcat
I was down bad now I'm taking my L's back
We need a zip, I'ma see where your mans at
Hands up, I needa see where the grams at
Stick to his face, wanna know where the bands at
This is a set up, I hope that yo man understand that
It ain't yo fault that we planned that

Smoking on OG gas and it's that pressure
My lettuce is straight from the devil
That is the way that I cope with depression
Might need to make a confession
Me and lil bro tryna get in her mentions
You can't tell me that I like rap like whoever
I need a career that is lasting forever
We was supposed to be on that together
Lil bitch she geeking but not on my level
Thought you my girl but now I'm looking puzzled
You looking slim like the handle my shovel
I got the trap jumping up I'm in trouble
Used to rock the drip, whatever the cheapest
Now I hop out and my sneakers the cleanest
Uh, I need a pastor, a deacon
Never tell a bitch I love her and mean it

Know the Republicans probably watching me
She hate my guts but I think she still stalking me
Totin' the chop, the Drac I be walking with
You got a Glock but I know you not poppin' it
Four of the wok, I'm mixing straight drop with the Fanta
His wig getting split like bananas
Slide with a mask like my name the Black Panther
7.62s turn his ass to a dancer
I want me a yacht and I don't even know how to spell that
Spinnin' the block in a hellcat
I was down bad now I'm taking my L's back
We need a zip, I'ma see where your mans at
Hands up, I needa see where the grams at
Stick to his face, wanna know where the bands at
This is a set up, I hope that yo man understand that
It ain't yo fault that we planned that

Chop make him Harlem shake, spiritual elevate
Fuck what a hater say, Get to the money, aye
Come from the jungle, I'm cool with a couple apes
Double D Orange, I'm making banana shakes
She like how her booty shake, suck on her melon aye
Irish Girl, she said that I'm lucky mate
Flipping her cards, I like how that poker face
Yo ne se bitch, cause I do not know today
She wanna fuck cause I'm young and I'm handsome
Me and my bro pull up in a Phantom
Fuck her one time, she call I don't answer
Making the money prerogative
You niggas negative, hang with the opposites
I'm doing right and it's super suppositive
Soaping his brain, that's something psychologist
(She see the future) Know the Republicans probably watching me
She hate my guts but I think she still stalking me
Totin' the chop, the Drac I be walking with
You got a Glock but I know you not poppin' it
Four of the wok, I'm mixing straight drop with the Fanta
His wig getting split like bananas
Slide with a mask like my name the Black Panther
7.62s turn his ass to a dancer
I want me a yacht and I don't even know how to spell that
Spinnin' the block in a hellcat
I was down bad now I'm taking my L's back
We need a zip, I'ma see where your mans at
Hands up, I needa see where the grams at
Stick to his face, wanna know where the bands at
This is a set up, I hope that yo man understand that
It ain't yo fault that we planned that