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 sh*t, I been on some weird sh*t
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 "f*ck you"
I know I could say "f*ck 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 n*gga 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 b*tch crib
I don't ever go home, 99 wrist, kid, yeah
My dopamine is f*cked, I been up for a minute (Magnet)
I been having pay for a minute

[Verse 2: Brennan Savage]
Yeah, I told that b*tch "Don't panic"
If she take a photo, b*tch, don't Instagram it
Yeah, I did her oh-so-dirty, yeah, I did some damage
Yeah, get up on my di*k, b*tch, you on some fan sh*t (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"
f*ck, I think I said too much, I keep foreign b*tches by the bunch (Lets go)
Yeah, I can't f*ck with these lames, 'cause I'm f*ckin' too much sl*ts
And I can't remember names, 'cause I'm thinking 'bout my funds (My funds)
[Outro: Brennan Savage]
You feel me?
Woo!