Panic

Pull up and dip through traffic

Blue lamb, blue magic

All of my bitches ratchet, told that bitch don’t panic

Iced out for no reason, can’t stop me too seasoned

Spent that block, too tragic

Told that bitch don’t panic

 

Spin through it get tragic, cash app em the back end

My shooter start spazzin, he talkin’ tough he gon’ see when we catch him

Ain’t no taggin, get litty whenever we @ him

he drop the lo, we gon’ spin through his addy

Shorty so uh, bad, nasty uh

Pop me a yerk and get active, she fell in love with the tags on my fashion

No round of applause when the guys get to clappin’

**** start brr battin’, ain’t fuckin’ wit’ 12 tell them crackas don’t ask shit

Money my language in love wit’ my accent, big packs on me no baggage

In a pandemic I still made 100 no cappin’, can’t fuck a bitch if she average

Look at my status, ghetto bitch I keep a ratchet

He try to front we toe tag em

Flower Set diamonds they havin’ a seizure, no I can’t cuff on no treesha

Dippin’ right after I hit it, I feel like I’m Jeter

Feel like it’s cheaper to leave her, you think that money gon’ keep her

Bag different, these racks get you lined like a ceaser

Earned my stripes, & I don’t mean Adidas

I told eat her up, don’t want a teaser

I got my feet up, money repeatin’

all this velveeta, shit got me cheesin’

I got my heater, movin’ strategic

Run up, get hit up

No exit, we leave ‘em (it get lit when we see em)

In a pandemic I still made 100 no cappin’, can’t fuck a bitch if she average

Look at my status, ghetto bitch I keep a ratchet

He try to front we toe tag em