Stealing Cars

Bob Beland

Score: 9
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Played: 3

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Bob Beland

Genres:

Rock
Power pop
Under 2000 listeners

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[Verse 1: KUZGUN] I got broads down in VZ Y'all know I’m Curry with the pump, every shot is a three-bie I got gorillas in Atlanta, Havana come kill your ass with bananas GOAT, me, those opinions ain’t common tho I be down in the traps selling that Carmen, ho In each and every hood, nigga, I’m poppin', yo Fresh like Mannie, savage like Randy Valedictorian at Hard Knock Life Academy I’m at the plug, niggas trying to charge me for battery I got broads and shit I got thoughts on mills I got broads down in Atlanta Fuck with me, your ass get ran up Designer shits for doing Desiigner’s shit I’m pimping slick, riding down the 96 Your bitch bounce to my hits, bitch Brrat sounds like the background, no time to back out now Too much pride to back down Only reason fake niggas talking dope again is Because they ain’t wanna go broke again…again Fuck this shit, I’m stealing lines now See this is my town, a Panda remix, so I ain’t gotta be nice now I keep it 300 like the Romans From youngest to oldest, I’m coldest I’m doing 34 bars just for the hell of it In the room, I’m the elephant, hella lit I got my J’s on even when I sleep; Jay Z What a nigga got to do to make metaphors, life be crazy Trynna get the dead presidents with that panda paint Trynna get the Lamborghini with that panda paint Trynna get the homies rich so they stop whippin' that crack today Tryna get all y'all fuckboys to get off that crack today The more y'all bite, the less y'all got to eat I hope you niggas heard I bought new heat [Verse 2: Charlie F.] I got broads here in Texas Fuck a Panda, I got Lexus Just like the gold on my necklace Trying not to act too reckless Feel like I'm jacking rhymes from Ye Feeling some type of way Pretty much any time of day I just be feeling a way I get broads, yeah, I get it I love RG too much to quit it This be my first verse I wrote Tryn' to find something to fit it Got a girl in LA That pussy was good as fillet Just after the foreplay That pussy was mine for the day Calling myself a WOAT And them other boys GOAT If you flip those two around You'll get the original quote BOP BOP goes the Glock BRAP BRAP goes the chopper BRRRRR goes the automatic Just don't get attention from coppers Fuck a Future clone, we the best Rap Genius, fuck all the rest Well I guess that's how it goes If you get famous off Kanye West They gon' think I won a Grammy Swervin' out the Panoramic Bet she'll let me keep her panties Hope you killas understand me [Verse 3: Shooter Starz] Damn, I'll keep this short and simple Yeah, I'm back at it Like an addict Got them talking and disscussing Having discussions like Socratic My flow is disgusting and automatic You can dream about but you'll never have it, yeah Desiingner killed the track first So in his name I'll kill the lames and drop an insane verse I'm dark I look like a monkey but on Panda I go bananas Ain't a rapper with tattoos and bandannas just like Drake We do our own propaganda I'm snapping like cameras I got grip like handles I got heat like candles In the house like a mantle Won't dissapear like Randall Get it it was was a Monster's Inc Reference This song is now classic just because of my presence Yeah yeah yeah yeah Panda Panda Panda Panda Panda Heat like candles Grip like handles Licks in the bando Young and fly like Peter Pan though I can be an itty bitty killa Wanna kill like that gorilla I come back looking like thriller All great bars But they'll still hate hard WHo's better than Shooter Starz Yeah [Verse 4: JC Assassin] Jordan numbers, 23 My numbers, couple G's I only date her for the honesty Just be honest you know my geometry I just wanted an apology You couldn't even acknowledge me I'm sorry, you not in my policy Hold up, your lies are calling me Like ring-ring out the pocket Phone calls coming, stop it Cell phone teriyaki My cell phone case Versace Like ring-ring out the pocket I'm about to catch a body Cell phone goin' Nazi I'm about to catch a body! [Verse 5: NewAgeWonder] Everything I touch may disintegrate into dust (uh huh) Everything I trust may dishonor me in disgust (come on) Everything is everything, affidavits and wedding rings Out for blood on my higher horse, I report what it was I don't wear crosses no more, Yeshua's coming back I ain't scared of losses no more, I see life in that I don't resonate with the concept of love and hate Cause your perspective is less effective and rather fake The universe and the heavens work in my DNA Kendrick said "Fuck Mother Earth," that's PSA The land of the wicked, the foundation of Lucifer's spirit Walking zombies and spellcatchers, I pray for forgiveness Uncle Bobby and Paul June is lost again The underworld and the fourth dimension, my family's in The big money, the fast cars, my life produced The blocks I connected while re-building this Rubik's cube So what you look up to? Fame and fortune, bitches, Porsches Sources with designer thing Brand endorsement joining forces with sorcerers signing me Law enforcement their forces, tortures us with violent speed Fuck your boss's employment my joy is to see all you bleed Who knew Royce's with choices of color my desire need Crab and Oyster with gorgeous abortions, I require thee Flesh and poison the point is the reason You won't die in peace Open door for my boy, now they eating, we say, finally I destroy and divorce what you eating, don't you hire me Tape recording my voices and tweak it Let's play hide and seek War distortion and forfeit this evening, you should try at least I'm restoring the portrait of feasting, nigga, I am beast I don't like to sleep, I'm up like coyote, I might OD Hair like ODB, I'm off a higher need Khaled is valid, I been looking for inspiration But when you the only king, you the only one in the matrix [Verse 6: ThaHipHopHead] I got dough stashed in Detroit You know I got cash on this joint Comin' to bash all of them boys Dropping my name, actin' a ploy My destiny, is incredibly Potent, and I know what's best for me Keep competition leanin' like promethazine Keep my enemies chest breathing ceasing with ease You know that I got this I got no jewels in the pockets But I spit jewels for your noggin So my albums you'll keep coppin' And y'all know I won't ever stop, bitch I'm coming with bars that won't ever stop droppin' The competition try to strike back but their bars are sloppy I drop a sixteen, and I'll have all of your heads bobbin' [Verse 7: WackoWizard] Always catch me in that fresh argyle In and out like Hov on Pop Style [Verse 8: IM_YO_PUSHA] Only talk special cloth, black and white; panda Kodak camera flash white, hot thot pop for the candy You finesse with the two step, I pride myself on the tango Gitgitgit for my tempo, prozac, xans and that fanny Got a blonde bish, named Tammy, pussy good cum prematurely Secure the bag, securely, secure the bag alert! Teacher named Cassie, she got me coming in early I got the ruler, da ruger and I might go make me some earl tea [once this is done I get the last verse: StillBrazyIsAOTYDealWithIt] I got charts in America We really need Erykah To save us from this pile Of mediocrity into a file "Me Too": hit song And it makes me want to hit a gong As hard as I can Because I'm almost a man I'm sure we've all had plenty Of "Controlla" and #20 Which is also by Drake "Too Good", it sounds fake "Needed Me" is diving But Twenty One Pilots are thriving With their song called "Ride" At least their last song died "Cold Water" hit #2 And Jacob Sartorius debuted "Cheap Thrills" is boring "One Dance" has me snoring "Send My Love"'s really bland Florida Georgia Line are bad band They made a song called "H.O.L.Y." It sticks out very boldly They aren't even religious Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches I don't want to hear any more Of "This Is What You Came For" I feel like stealing Because of "Can't Stop the Feeling!" I'm always wearing a frown All thanks to "Don't Let Me Down" I "Don't Mind" "For Free" But it's worse than Kendrick's, you see "Heathens" is okay But the pitch shifted vocal annoys me every day "Work from Home" needs to go Just like "Just like Fire", no? Finally, "Treat You Better" Shawn Mendes is not a trendsetter Just because he's from Vine Doesn't mean he gets to whine ... "Panda", panda, panda, panda, panda...