PAN OUT Lyrics

(Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Yeah, call just hit, yeah, trap is jumpin'

She like "How you do this?" Ho, this isn't nothin'

Yeah, she like "How you do this?" Ho, this isn't nothin', yeah

She say "Are you stupid? I know you not bluffin," yeah

I told her I do this, and I fucking love it, yeah

Yeah, call my phone, won't pick it up

A different day, a different slut, I say a word, she give it up

I can't get a nut, then you can hit the door

And I can't get her nothin', she gon' ask for mor-more

She gon' ask for Gucci, Louis, and Dior

Seasons from when she was crawlin' on the floor

Face card, face card, face card, tens across the board, yuh

You got everything I need, but girl, I want some more

Baby, all I hang around is madmen

A jackboy, a princess, Aladdin and Jasmine

Te-Tell me how you feelin', I don't care about your past tense

He say that he better, I just laugh and say "imagine"

Yeah, you're not catchin' me, you want smoke? Come match with me

Talkin' down? That's blasphemy, so my bro might blast for me, for me

Say you're slappin' me, you're mad at me, I should watch my damn mouth

Yuh, let's see how that pan out

Let's see how that pan out, bitch

Yeah, wavin' my gun in the air

I don't give a fuck if you scared

Cause I know you wasn't prepared

I know you wasn't aware, I pay attention to deets

Got my shit down to a T

How long will it take you to see you're not fuckin' with me?

Not a bit, and I've been on my shit

Yeah, they thought I was done, they don't know that I'm lit

Thought I told you on the last tape

Day you play with me, gon' be a bad day

Career gon' be an ashtray, an ashtray, come on

(Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Yeah, call just hit, yeah, trap is jumpin'

She like "How you do this?" Ho, this isn't nothin'

Yeah, she like "How you do this?" Ho, this isn't nothin', yeah

She say "Are you stupid? I know you not bluffin," yeah

I told her I do this, and I fucking love it, yeah

Yeah, call my phone, won't pick it up

A different day, a different slut, I say a word, she give it up

I can't get a nut, then you can hit the door

And I can't get her nothin', nothin', nothin', mor-more

She gon' ask for Gucci, Louis, and Dior

Seasons from when she was crawlin' on the floor

Face card, face card, face card, tens across the board, yuh

You got everything I need, but girl, I want some more