Panicking

(Sonny Digital)

Young Jefe, homes

(I get my work from the Nacro)

I fell asleep beside this *****

With all my jewelry on (Oh)

I wake up and I get into a different zone (Oh-oh-oh)

My ***** keep dialin' me,

Telling me I'm gon' be alone (Oh)

If two wrongs don't make a right,

Two rights don't make a wrong

Tired of talkin' to my ******

Through them telephones (Brrt, brrt)

Waitin' on them damn appeals,

That s**t, it take too long (Goddamn)

Bond and that Biscotti,

That be my cologne (Goddamn, goddamn)

She let me feel all on her body

When her man ain't home (Ooh)

And you ain't gotta ask me where them hittas at (Uh)

You know I be deep in the jungle

With them guerillas, yeah, yeah (Aw)

Little SoundCloud rappers like to mimic, yeah

That's a really good gimmick,

Better stick to that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Y'all was laughing at dawg, now he the man again (Yeah)

Them b*****s on his ****,

He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands)

Time to get at them ******,

They shot yo' mans again (Oh)

He got hit with the Glizzy,

Started panickin' (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

These ******, they be dressin' off the mannequin (Yeah)

They get caught in a jam

And they start panickin' (Damn)

You can't stand that *****,

Yo' ***** a fan of him (Goddamn Goddamn)

And every time she see him,

She start panickin' (Oh)

Say she undecided, love her other ***** (What?)

I put that **** inside, she say,

"**** that *****" (What? What?)

You don't have to call, I hit that Usher with her

Trey Seven 'til I fall, and *****,

We clutch the trigger (Trey Sev')

Soon she see them big bags,

Then she get excited (Get excited)

These ****** big and bad until they get indicted (Woah)

First, we switch to Tech s**t

And we get to slidin' (Skrrt)

A hoodie and a mask, I'm talkin' block attire (Oh)

Tell my opp I got his *****,

She tryna give me neck (Give me neck)

She say, "I wanna feel something real

And he can't give me that" (Yeah)

Tell them ****** to save their breath

'Cause we not hearin' that (Shh)

No, I'm not puttin' none of my business

Out on the internet (No, no)

Y'all was laughing at dawg,

Now he the man again (Ha-ha-ha)

Them b*****s on his ****,

He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands, bands)

Time to get at them ******,

They shot yo' mans again (Say what?)

He got hit with the Glizzy,

Started panickin' (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

These ******, they be dressin' off the mannequin (Goddamn)

They get caught in a jam

And they start panickin' (Goddamn, goddamn)

You can't stand that *****,

Yo' ***** a fan of him (Ship that)

And every time she see him,

She start panickin' (Oh)