[Intro]
Outto-Tune Tyrone
Y'all be copping Pantos after this one
Cuh

[Verse 1]
Drivin' in a Panto, running all these bands so
If you step to me, you get #MeToo'd then get cancelled
Feelin' like I'm Rambo, drivin' in this Panto
Hardest two-door in the city of Los Santos
We don't play no games ho, when we in the Panto
Tuner chip, so the whip is extra smooth to handle
We don't need no Phantom, when we got a Panto
Burner in the glove box, so you better put yo hands up

[Chorus]
Panto drivers, stand up
Eight bricks in my damn trunk
This the Panto Anthem
Panto drivers, stand up

[Verse 2]
Who needs a Lambo when you got a Panto
The whip is so cheap, payments are easy to handle
And when you put some NOS in it
It becomes a rocket ship
This bitch movin' hella quick
Squeezing through small crevices
The size of you is irrelevant
Even making Spachi look like the size of an Elephant
Customize the bitch at Benny's, make it look so elegant
So much pussy hanging off you, good luck being celibate
Head to PDM right now, and buy one for the hell of it
APs with extended clips
I'm a damn degenerate
Flip it in reverse, and pop the trunk so you can never win
Paint the bitch purple, Eastside Ballas, what I represent
Saving money at the pump on Grove, it's so intelligent
[Chorus]
Stand up
Eight bricks in my damn trunk
This the Panto Anthem
Panto drivers, stand up

Panto drivers, stand up
Eight bricks in my damn trunk
This the Panto Anthem
Panto drivers, stand up

[Outro]
Wu-Chang Records
Eastside Ballas
Eastside bullet gang
Eastside fuckin' shoot-ya-til-you-give-us-all-your-houses gang
Yeah
Fuck 12
Nah, Pred, I ain't gamblin' wit' you
You fuckin' degenerate
Allen, you better cut my check
PayPal ID number three, I'm important now
Hahaha!
We made it!