Don't Panic Lyrics

Don't panic, ayy, don't panic

Mama told me no matter what you do, you go hard at whatever you do

You gon' always have haters, don't panic

I gotta know this a lot of niggas be hatin

Ayy, but fuck em', we finna continue to get this money

I gotta talk my shit real quick, I gotta let these folks know what the business is

Talk your shit

I'm goin' up, I got plenty of haters, I'm still in the trap countin' racks

If he ain't come to shop, tell that boy, get the fuck, bitch we only make serves through the back

Fall off in the party, this bitch twerkin' on me, pretty face and her ass so fat

Bend over, touch your toes, I'm rubbin' her pussy, I love the way she make it clap

Bows in the trap, I been rappin' and servin

Six bands one day, man, a nigga been workin

Put the dick on her, she screamin' it's hurtin

Deep in her stomach, she creamin' and squirtin

Come to the trap, we don't know you, we taxin' you extra, lil' nigga, it's twenty per line

Nights, I ain't even go home, ma call my phone, she mad, I'm tryna flip a dime

My young nigga thirteen, he stay up in traffic, he stay tryna catch him a hat

Ain't duckin' no static, ain't duckin' no smoke, pussy nigga, you know where we at

Dissing the dead, why you speakin' on shit, you ain't have nothin' to do with it, quit cappin' on wacks

Switch on the blick, pop out, tryna hit his lil' car up and leave that bitch on flat

He mad bout a bitch, I fuck raw, I had bent the bitch over, I'm jammin' her, blew out her back

He mad that I pull out her braids, he better be lucky, I let his ass get the bitch back

How the fuck a pussy-ass nigga been slidin' when everybody from his gang been dyin'

He got no street cred, pussy-ass never shot nothin', boy, please, stop all that lyin

We movin' work through the city, we got this rap and this street, shit here on lock

Never forget it, twelve nem hit the block, I was jumpin' em' fences with dope in my sock

These niggas used to wanna be gang, like, what the fuck happened, they done switched it up

Crazy how three different cities, done clicked the fuck up, just to go against lil' ol' us

Same night I was slidin', I just made it home, they told me that John just died

Doin' the dash on the way to the jack, this 7.62 on my side

Ain't tryna talk to nobody, lil' bro, I just wanna beam me a nigga

Bodies, they finna start droppin', we been out slidin' for blood, we been feenin' lil' nigga

Pop a perc and fuck yo' hoe, boy, I get jiggy in that pussy

Make me think you tryna do somethin', why the fuck that boy keep lookin'

I ain't worried bout no nigga, we both bleed, but we don't bleed the same

Need another hat, go and snatch another lil' nigga brain

Now slide, don't panic, it's cool, don't panic

Stand on ten, don't panic, go with yo' move, don't panic

Don't bend, don't panic, don't fold, don't panic

Stand tall, don't panic, don't fall, don't panic

I ain't even diss nobody, this bitch, I'm just speakin' straight facts, you see what I'm sayin'

Like, niggas hate on us for no fuckin' reason, we be mindin', our business

Like, no matter what the fuck you do, niggas gon' hate

But a nigga ain't gon' touch shit, nigga ain't gon' whoop shit, you see what I'm sayin'

So either way it go, nigga, ain't gone do Montana ass nothin' nigga, and I'm still the most hated

Tell a nigga bump up with me, they know where I be

Ain't no hiding bitch, duck this stick