Panic Room Lyrics

Fuck allat Gucci

I'm dripping in Pyer

Counting my blessings

I'm happy to be here

Opened her DM

And told her to slide on me

Said she won't come

Cuz her nigga might be there

Brodie we lit

I been lit since the projects

Flew out to Cali

To skip all that nonsense

I think it's funny

Ya'll talking bout money

On records with niggas

Who know you ain't got it

Rhude out the showroom

It came with no pockets

I hit her once

Then I slide

I got options

I hit the blunt

And I spit like a prophet

Left that on read

I don't fuck with no gossip

I hit the strip

Out in Vegas with Lee

Damn we was broke

But I felt like I got it

Was drunk af in the SLS lobby

Ten minutes prior

Just got off the private

On God

Yeah

Aye

Hop out the sprinter

Like tits on a stripper

Chest Fulla weed

And my cup fulla liquor

Pour that shit out on the curb for my niggas

Nike Tech suited

You niggas is basic

Balenciaga on deck for my baby

I keep a stash of the loud and some backwoods

I keep some stacks and a strap in the mattress

Bitch from Dominica

Fuck like an actress

Ex in my mentions

Still calling me savage

Lee hit my line

Meet me down at Atlantic

Know I won't sign less we got the advantage

Facts

I might just pull up on Panic

Like Curry from three

Know them hits automatic

Facts

That Porsche came with no damage

I don't want the roof if ain't panoramic

I was gonna ask you

What's up with you

But you

You lit right now

You lit

I'm loving it, like

I'm feeling the energy