PANIC

Lyrics

[Intro: Mackned] Oh yeah, ah— Oh yeah [Verse 1: Mackned] We was hating on each other, now we friends again I like it when she text and I don't respond, then she text again I can't be on some weird shit, I been on some weird shit I ain't even tryna make a hit, I'm so tired of saying "[?]" You can't bring your friends back, we should bring throwing yo' hands back I got trust issues but you know just where I'm stayin' at I can afford to fall in love and still say "Fuck you" I know I could say "Fuck you", but I don't want to I'm not photogenic, but I still pop much in it Gimme a chrome trinket, I just copped me a second win Just left to gym and felt like Molly, got gym bros and hoes around me I got a squad wipe, I'm finna come in yo' face but I need sleep tonight My nigga 48, he still can't leave without his pay, yeah (Ooh, yeah, yeah, nah) This ain't Panic! at the Disco, this panic at the bitch crib I don't ever go home, 99 wrist, kid, yeah My dopamine is fucked, I been up for a minute (Magnet) I been having pay for a minute [Verse 2: Brennan Savage] Yeah, I told that bitch "Don't panic" If she take a photo, bitch, don't Instagram it Yeah, I did her oh-so-dirty, yeah, I did some damage Yeah, get up on my dick, bitch, you on some fan shit (For real) Run up, you get popped, pop you like a pill, I'm in the field I could teach you how to make a mil' without signin' a deal I'm with Mackned, in the Benz, and we clutchin' on some steel We like Starsky & Hutch, I hit this thing and I said "Shush" Fuck, I think I said too much, I keep foreign bitches by the bunch (Lets go) Yeah, I can't fuck with these lames, 'cause I'm fuckin' too much sluts And I can't remember names, 'cause I'm thinking 'bout my funds (My funds) [Outro: Brennan Savage] You feel me? Woo!