Panama Young Pink

You wouldn't know
I been rockin like dis
All night
Uh
You wouldn't know
Pockets big like
Walter Cronkite
Uh
You wouldn't know
Ride Ferrari horses
Long nights
Uh
You wouldn't know
I explode
Yeah
I shoot it den I reload
Uh
I stack for that
Phantom Ghost
For ice & cream
It be rocky roads
Yeah She hard headed
That's antelope
She mad I flew her
To Panama
Yeah she den
Road wit no handlebars
Yeah
I pulled up wit
The doors ajar
Awe