Lyrics Lil Donald – Fuck Panda (Desiigner Diss)
Text:
This nigga is trippin’
Lil Donald
This is not a diss (uh huh)
This is for the culture, it’s personal (uh huh)
Talkin’ bout he got broads down here
How you do that shit?
Git, git git, haha…
It’s time somebody address this shit
You can’t come to Atlanta (no)
We got guns in Atlanta
And we drink lean in our fantas
And we be killin’ the pandas
But why you keep fucking with Future?
You know you not fucking with Future
Man Kanye come get this lil nigga (come get it)
He gonna make me fuck up his future
They told me don’t say nothin’
I load it up with a full clip
I be throwin’ up on stage too
Every time they play your bullshit
?
who was in the choir
I’m the preacher in the pulpit
Heard you ain’t paid your tithes yet
I’m revoking all your memberships
Wanna know who I am nigga?
I’m the nigga with the juice on
That your whole city been on
Name the subject, I’ma get on
Rolling blunts of that Peter Pan
If I miss you with this uppercut
Then this left hook gon’ land
You can hit me on my cellphone
Blink twice and the bail gone
I be selling turtleback too
One jacket to the shell homes
Well you look just like a snitch
Homie who you finna tell on?
My bad bro I’m trippin’
And your bitch who I fell on
(Fell on your bitch)
Lil Donald
Donald, Donald
Donald, Donald, Donald
Donald, Donald, Donald, Donald, Donald
I just want me a Kardashian
Kylie Jenner, that’s my type
Ay, Knock Off, or I meant Desiigner
I been tryna get your name right
I’m the number one nominee
I’m a stinger like a bumble bee
Smoke a lot of marijuana tree
He ain’t nothin’ but a wannabe
Man fuck that man
I ain’t gonna say nothin’ else
Fuckin’ stealin’ ass nigga
Unoriginal ass nigga
Lil Donald
Donald, not Panda, Donald
