Panic Mode lyrics

by

King Los


[Intro]
Los, I got it let me do it

[Verse 1]
I say n*ggas always hatin’ but damn I love my city
I just came out and you didn't, you like Janets other titty
I get respect in the hood cuz I earned it fo’ sho
And I make home look good like a furniture store
Who the best rapper alive they say I’m out for ya spot
And I'm a hustla for real, I put my couch on your block
I take a sh*t on ya lawn, what could you possibly do?
You b*tches talkin too much feel like I’m watchin The View
Word to my watch and my shoe its time to step on them hoes
I got a hook up on bullets and b*tch my weapons reload
I could bury you, I’d rather embarrass you homes
Your girl go down on me slow I call it parachute dome
100 miles an hour 100 thousand dollar pair of shoes on
And a watch so sick I think I need to put some theraflu on
I got a terrace view home, I’m in Paris you home
No comparison you n*ggas is perishing, GONE

[Hook]
I said I got a lil secret and dont nobody know it
But my watch so loud it might f*ck around and blow it
Let me pan it down I can't stand a clown
So I’m finna kill ‘em you should panic now
This is panic mode, n*gga this is panic mode
This is panic mode, this is this is panic mode
You n*ggas think you sick, well Im the antidote
And this is panic mode this is this is panic mode

[Verse 2]
Too beastly to be defeated, I’ve reached the peak of a genius
I keep it clean its no secret, my sneakers speaky no English
My swag on retarded n*ggas drivin’ Miss Daisy (what that mean?)
That mean my swag known to drive a b*tch crazy
Put my hands on these n*ggas to put them feet on that Porche
These n*ggas sleepin on Los but Los asleep on ya porch
Man what these rappers about tell em I’m back in the house
To take a sh*t in ya kitchen and take a nap on ya couch
But I’m never gon slack
Cuz I’m live from the hood where the metal go clap
And I came up from the bottom I’ma never go back
And I’m better then ya better so you better go prac-
Tice, fact is, I’m bossin’, you bloggin’, I’m all in, you log in
I’m ballin’, you bargain, I barge in, you call in, darlin
They couldn't get a second outta my day
I could climb over these mountains or push ‘em out of my way
f*ck else I gotta say, this sh*t’s embarassin’ homes
Ain't no comparison, yall n*ggas perishin’, gonnnnne

[Hook]
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