Don’t Panic lyrics

[Intro: French Montana]
Don't panic
n*gga, don't panic
Don't panic
n*gga, don't panic

[Verse 1: Sneakbo]
In the club, smoking marijuana
I just wanna party, f*ck the drama
Boy, you know I came here with the hammer
Try me and catch 6 from the ladder
Ciroc bottle f*cking up my bladder
I'm with [?] come and holla
And I ain't talking b*tches from the manor
I'mma get girl twisted, something like a spanner
I see a couple b*tches over there
Tell the bodyguard "bring em over here"
Throwing money for your pus*y in the air
You gon' have my whole squad like Bo, she the best
My pretty brown ting with a round ting
Your arse looking like it need a pounding
I'll book a room at [?] West, how that sounding?
I'm just tryna get her wetter than a fountain
Big di*k, bigger than a mountain
Girl, you could come see it if you're doubting
Or ask all the girls in the south, b*tch
If my di*k's mix up, it got em fighting
Can't stick around, I be skating
Real n*gga getting paid quick
Dodging bullets like the Matrix
Come back [?] I'm on that bait sh*t
[?] b*tch posing on the pavement
Indirects when I see em, they don't say sh*t
They don't say sh*t
Boy, I flex on a n*gga if he's hating
[Hook: French Montana]
Don't panic
We're just getting started n*gga, don't panic
Real n*ggas getting cake
Watch them fake n*ggas hate
Don't panic, don't panic
We're just getting started n*gga, don't panic
But don't panic, don't panic
We're just getting started n*gga, don't panic

[Verse 2: M Darg]
Darg's back, who let the darg out?
We don't swing [?] guys this ain't arms house
Give a b*tch di*k and send her to young Darg's house
Better be Bo tryna run in Darg's house
Big machine go dudududu
Some lame guys [?] I wish I coulda shoulda
Most thing I do, I go and make wood up
Female [?]
Jetski, jetski
Full speed to the max, no Pepsi
Four Ps to the sack, nothing less, G
40 in the MAC, lick out your chestpiece
Drop with it, roll with it
In the party with your soaker and got soaked with it
Got poked by your friend, I think he [?] it
[Verse 3: Grizzy]
Look at us, look at them
You ain't banging guns, well get some ordered them
Thinking 'bout the days we used to bully them
But now I f*ck the gyal and get the pus*y wet
Now they wanna beef, I tell em move
You ain't slapping guns or done a move
Always sleep with thingies in my room, man
I let the something ride if there's any funny moves
Still up in the bando, come and look
You ain't really bad, you're just a crook
My youngers with the flickies wanna jook
Heard them n*ggas wanna try, I just wish a n*gga would
Busy getting money, I can't look at you
Them n*ggas think they're fly because their hoodie new
All my 150 so savage
Don't panic

[Verse 4: S-Wavey]
Trap trap n*gga, don't get no sleep
Please stop now, you ain't slapped no heat
If I say we got dum dums
I'm talking 'bout bando, come and bang this heat
These n*ggas think it's all a f*cking joke
Catch these n*ggas slipping, they gon' catch a smoke
And if my n*ggas don't hold them
[?]'ll come on through, come and soak him
Catch me with Darg and Hasty
44 long, no safety
Badboy prick best blaze me
S-Wave, head blazed, shoot face, G
[Hook]