“Don’t Panic”

I be tellin em don’t panic I got em brick/I be the hottest topic/

On some demonic sick shit/ I got the buckets on them/

I got em spiting our phlegm gon condemn the gain/

Sip on that champagne I be on these damn chains/

I got the ice cold veins I be on the remains of my body/

Gin be on the hobby I be on the rocky shit/

These fools mad sloppy gon have em praise on they knees/

I got no worries these fools be so underneath me/

I got the mon in my jeans don’t panic wit the sixteen/

I make a mean flow wit the recipe on my stove top/

flop on ya drop trash gon make that cash on my stash/

I sip on the glass of patron wit lemon/ I got the engine/

I gotta teach em a lesson I got my rings like Lebron James/

I got the flame on my damn eye I be fly wit the flask/

I last like a flashback gon make an attack wit my jet/

Flex wit the rough sex in the air gon beware/

I spare they Lifesum/ cum on a hoe/

Makin that dough don’t panic I’m a pizza shop

/I can’t stop this heat To bring the pain/

I stain up these magic carpets wit the bloodline/

I combine that sign like a crip sip on the drip/

I hold on her hip to rock em out/

I make the clout shine wit the gold/

Cold on my neck can’t hold the virus/

Making a big ass fuss wit the booze/

Going on em like a fuckin snooze bomb

/Hanging them up wit the noose/

Produce it like chicken/I like a girl he thicken/

This power begun/