PANDA 2

Walked in that (Huh)
(Walked, Walked, Walked)

Walked in with, walked in with fire (Fire)
Walked in with, walked in with fire (Fire)
Walked in with, walked in with fire (Fire)
Walked in with, walked in with- (This is a Certified Hood Classic)

Walked in with fire, walked in with sticks, walked in with blicks
Walked in with fire, walked in with sticks, walked in with blicks
Walked in with fire, walked in with sticks, walked in with blicks
Walked in with fire, walked in with sticks, walked in with blicks (Yuh, Yuh)

She on my dick, she wanna lick
She rubbin' hard, all on her clit
To Kiyarts shit, you quit the beans
I'm doing lean, im pourin tris
I crack the seal, on sum new Qual, and Activis
I'm somewhere gone, she call me Fulcrum, came in that bitch
My money long, my money vocal, ain't SAF for shit
I'm blowing pack, off the Four Loko, can't think for shit
Your bitch is gone, and I just told bro, I hit a lick
I'm strapped up hard, I'm rocking Montclair, it hide the blick
All up in Saks, I'm spending racks, but make it back
I ran up bands, black and white Hellcat, came from Japan
Smokin' on strands, this pack a import, came from Iran
He just a fan, he just a fan
We making pussy's run like Anne
I got no... (Uh)
I got no Wok then bitch I'm mad
I'm cookin' up, I'm craftin' hard like Ironclads
I'm pourin' up, I'm pourin' up I'm in my bag (Bih)
She wanna fuck, she wanna fuck me off the Xan
Said fuck a Xan, I need that lean I feel like Kan
Said fuck a Xan, I need that lean I feel like Kan
(Said fuck a Xan, I need that lean I feel like)
(Yuh)