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 Produced by MENACE

 This what they all been waitin' for
 I guess so
 They been waitin’ for this shit for a long time, didn't they?
 Imma give it everythin’ I got
 Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner
 Ayy I'm just feelin' my vibe right now
 I'm feelin' myself

 Panda, panda
 Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda

 I got broads in Atlanta
 Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
 Credit cards and the scammers
 Hittin' off licks in the bando
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6 look like a panda
 Goin' out like I’m Montana
 Hundred killas, hundred hammers
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6, panda
 Pockets swole, Danny
 Sellin’ bar, candy
 Man I'm the macho like Randy
 The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
 Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
 Hope you killas understand me

 I got broads in Atlanta
 Twistin’ dope, lean, and the Fanta
 Credit cards and the scammers
 Hittin' off licks in the bando
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6 look like a panda
 Goin' out like I'm Montana
 Hundred killas, hundred hammers
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6, panda
 Pockets swole, Danny
 Sellin’ bar, candy
 Man I'm the macho like Randy
 The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
 Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
 Hope you killas understand me

 Hey
 Panda, panda, panda
 Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda

 I got broads in Atlanta
 Twistin' dope, lean, and shit, sippin' Fanta
 Credit cards and the scammers
 Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner
 Whole bunch of lavish shit
 They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit
 I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
 I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I drive this shit
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6, killin' on camera
 Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
 Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas
 Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
 Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera
 Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie
 Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up ya panty
 Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it
 I got niggas that's countin' for digits
 Say you make you a lot of new money
 Know some killas pull off and they in the Wraith
 CTD, pull up in the killa Bape
 Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank
 Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank
 Fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it
 I got broads, yea I get it
 I get cards yea I shitted
 This how I live it
 Did it all for a ticket
 Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it
 And Bobby gon' trend it
 Jeff The Don doin' business
 Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her business
 I be gettin' to the chicken
 Countin' to the chicken
 And all of my niggas gon' split it

 Panda, panda
 Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda

 I got broads in Atlanta
 Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
 Credit cards and the scammers
 Hittin' off licks in the bando
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6 look like a panda
 Goin' out like I'm Montana
 Hundred killas, hundred hammers
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6, panda
 Pockets swole, Danny
 Sellin' bar, candy
 Man I'm the macho like Randy
 The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
 Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
 Hope you killas understand me

 I got broads in Atlanta
 Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
 Credit cards and the scammers
 Hittin' off licks in the bando
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6 look like a panda
 Goin' out like I’m Montana
 Hundred killas, hundred hammers
 Black X6, Phantom
 White X6, panda
 Pockets swole, Danny
 Sellin' bar, candy
 Man I'm the macho like Randy
 The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
 Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
 Hope you killas understand me

 Panda, panda
 Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda
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 Produced by MIKE DEAN

INTRO
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Brrrrraght
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Git, git, git, git
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Git, git, git, git
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Git, git, git, git
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Little Timmy Turner
 Git, git, git, git

CHORUS
   2x
 Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
 He been wishin for a burner
 To kill everybody walkin
 He knows that his soul's in the furnace
 Fine bitch on BET
 Hottie wilin, she fuckin on BET, wildin for wallet
 Kill everybody walkin
 He knows that his soul's in the furnace

 Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

VERSE 1
 Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
 Young boy walkin, wishin for a burner
 Four, five, six, ten ratchets on 'em
 Ten niggas with them chains clappin on 'em
 Dead niggas with 'em, dead niggas, get 'em
 Four-five's with 'em, four-five's hit 'em
 You talk money, young niggas with 'em
 Young niggas get 'em, balloonin, balloonin, balloonin
 I fell in love with the Ruger
 I been in love with my jeweler
 I been in love with the mula
 Banana clips going through ya
 I buy them all, I buy them all, I buy them all


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CHORUS
   2x
 Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
 He been wishin for a burner
 To kill everybody walkin
 He knows that his soul's in the furnace
 Fine bitch on BET
 Hottie wilin, she fuckin on BET, wildin for wallet
 Kill everybody walkin
 He knows that his soul's in the furnace

 Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

VERSE 2
 Tiimmy
 Tiimmy Turner
 Gettin' lit like a burner
 Young nigga movin, he chemical farmer
 You gettin hit nigga, live with the honor
 Chopper movin, nigga blow 'juana
 You get hit down at Four Summers
 I got niggas from the debt to winnin
 Chopper proof, nigga poor to winnin
 You be choked out, go on and get it
 Hit a nigga, 'bout to roll the semi
 'Bout to blow again
 Feelings all about Xan
 Pockets all about women
 All of them winnin'

CHORUS
   6x
 Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
 He been wishin for a burner
 To kill everybody walkin
 He knows that his soul's in the furnace
 Fine bitch on BET
 Hottie wilin, she fuckin on BET, wildin for wallet
 Kill everybody walkin
 He knows that his soul's in the furnace

 Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
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