Letras
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gravy
That's Pand
Alright, yeah
Same old kid but a bit more sleek
Brand new Air Maxs on my feet
Got a few tricks that I don't treat
Ain't halloween so ain't shit sweet
I hit the studio 8 PM
I should be out in like a week
When I come alive you probably sleep
Riding through the city when popo's creep
They see my face on the street and it's ringing a bell
I'm making it viral
They hang on my words
It's like every verse that I write has come out the Bible
You know everyone saying they king
But Pand is here, I'm grabbing the title
Ha ha ha ha
I laugh at your idols
Look
I move lowkey I need some tint
They can't find out where I been
Girls be like he popped up in my For You Page, fuck, not him again
I say yeah, that's him, that's Pand
What do you mean by that my friend
You said "fuck, not him again" but I think you meant that
You'd fuck him again
No lockdown, bitch I been locked in
How am I not in a Greek Top 10
I was in Bali I felt so zen
Now I'm headed back home and I feel chosen
Every time I rap they say goddamn
I'll make it so big I just don't know when
After I finish the track I'm gonna make one back to back
Oh man, oh man
I need a whip that is blacked out
I need a show that is packed out
I need a shawty that's holding my back
And then I'll be blowing her back out
I need somebody who's gonna stay with me
They usually instantly back out
We could've done it together you bet
You left in the middle you cashed out
When I pull up everybody be cool
It's all about hey and what's happening
They don't get impressed anymore
I'm pouring my soul and they think I'm just rapping
I always felt like I got something to prove