Panic

Uhh
Let me talk my shit

If they see me with that Patek they might panic aw yeah
Boy I'm on some shit can you smell it on me
Rolling back to back I know they smell it on me
Streets fuck with me the most I ain't no felon homie
You know you catch me with the felons homie
Keep it cool cause we don't want crack ya melon homie
Ain't really shit that you can tell me homie
Please just keep it thorough don't do no telling homie

Shooting like curry we got the 30, we never gone miss
Ns don't press me, ns don't tax me they know what it is
Sold me some reggie, word got around he ain't been around since
I call up Gunna, he about to pull up on me with the stick, and let it hit
Ns want love, me and my ns want keys to a benz
Bussing these juggs, I got ya wifey up counting my ends
Ns been suckas, ns get treated I don't want no part of it
I mix all designers ns act like they started it
All white party, but FSG still blackening out
Got the 30 on me cause my youngbuhls be spazzing out
I won't sign a deal unless somebody trine cash me out
I don't go to clubs less the owner know not to pat me down
Mud got me all acting different, got me doing the mannequin
Moved off of that activist, shots made y'all do the mannequin
Bout to call up like 3 hoes, I'm just waiting till my man to get in
Damn, I can see it now
Got Patek on me now they panicking uh huh

If they see me with that Patek they might panic aw yeah
Boy I'm on some shit can you smell it on me
Rolling back to back I know they smell it on me
Streets fuck with me the most I ain't no felon homie
You know you catch me with the felons homie
Keep it cool cause we don't want crack ya melon homie
Ain't really shit that you can tell me homie
Please just keep it thorough don't do no telling homie

If I ain't feeling the vibe
I keep a tool on my side yeah
Same na told on my cousin, I went and fucked on his wife
Oh what a hell of a night, I'm mixing Henny with D'USSE
I'm a keep filling them backwoods
She ain't that nice in the face, but I'm a get face, at least I know that's good
I had to learn how to stack good
Mistakes I may never look back to em
I was fucked, but now I'm back on
All that sneak dissing you ain't come say it to me, how I'm gone act on it
I be feeling like A.I, I ain't even got practice
Way I keep rolling this kush up, I might pull up in an Aston
I'm just trine get these walk throughs, walk out with the bag in
Only count with certain ns, other ns love taxing
I'm the shit yeah I'm bragging
I can't help it I'm a savage
Confidence like A.I versus Jordan
They want attention from ns, I want the keys to the foreign
Pay attention to the Forbes list cause one day I'm a be on it
Wake up in the morning while they snoring and I'll be yawning na

If they see me with that Patek they might panic aw yeah
Boy I'm on some shit can you smell it on me
Rolling back to back I know they smell it on me
Streets fuck with me the most I ain't no felon homie
You know you catch me with the felons homie
Keep it cool cause we don't want crack ya melon homie
Ain't really shit that you can tell me homie
Please just keep it thorough don't do no telling homie



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Writer(s): Mike Raw
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