Don’t Panic

[Intro: Ricch, Jay Aston & King Eli]
Attention, attention
(Attention, attention, nigga)
This is a fucking Boroside production (Borosides)
LR, Eli, Jay Brim

[Verse 1: Jay Aston & Ricch]
Said I gotta do it
These niggas tell lies, and they cap in music
If he throw up the 2, then we gotta boom him
If we spin through the C, then we making movies
And we roll up that Quill when we spinning
I ain't asking the lord for forgiveness
For all of the sins I committed
And that dad hat be tact, when we bending
And these niggas can’t cross Atlantic
Hop out the V, that's gon' make ’em panic
If I reverse the V, then we watch him vanish
And I'm 59 PT, better understand it
If he say he C-block, then that .40 dancing
If I ride through that Lot I leave, no one standing
And I walk in the spot and scream Whoopty (Whoopty!)
Throw up the Hat and salute me or shoot me
Tired of the politickin'
Said my name on a track, is you really spinnin'?
I put on for my Hat, call me Skottie Brimmin'
I told boy not to lack now his time is ticking like, Gang
Glizzy take a nigga out his Glo'
Ain't no fear in my heart and that's on bro
Head tap if he Jacking HMO
Too tact, if he speak on bro he go
PrimeTime, yeah I scream Geronimo
Tryna catch a petey, that’s a situation
Big dope to the face, like we straight Jamaicans
Pop-out on the stains, and I tell her shake it
I’m loving his chain, so I gotta take it
Kbrim told me chill cause I gotta make it
He sitting at home, what's his occupation
Nigga not tryna make him no bread
On point, when I head to my destination
But I gotta keep 1 in the head
Ain’t no Ciggy Black, but I'm paper chasing
I tell Leek boy, "don't aim for his leg"
Gotta let 'em know
Revolver do circles, he mention bro
I call Benzo too tact, he already know
Jay Aston BOROsides PT SG, and I’m nothing more

[Hook: King Eli & Ricch]
Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead!)
Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool
Tuck that, can't leave the cannon
Fuck peace, we give 'em damage
Flock 3, cut up Atlantic
Jump in the foreign we out (Skrrt, Skrrt!)
Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground
Rule number 1: Don't panic (Don't Panic)
Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool
Tuck that, can't leave the cannon
Fuck peace, we give 'em damage
Flock 3, cut up Atlantic
Jump in the foreign we out
Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground

[Verse 2: King Eli]
Perky got me in a mood, I'm swerving
I'm sturdy, get in my way you get murdered
Blood stepping, we be dripping for certain
Maybach, close the curtains
I'm sleepy, and shawty keep begging to meet me
You thinking she yours, she thinking she mine
Put dick in her spine, I'm leaving
Move tact, niggas pussy, every second they looking like, “Who that?“
We up that weapon on 'em, put the pressure on 'em
No chance to shoot back
Hunnind stuffed in the pants, the blue pack
You broke I don't know who you fooling
And we put that boy face on a T-shirt, niggas mad we cooling
Boomed 'em
Pick 'em up, kids on her face make her lick it up
Think we done made niggas sick of us
We pull-up and they run like they in a rush
Said they spinning what? Never
Cindoe got it, he bring it wherever
Make it litty no matter the weather
Bro as soon as he lack, Get 'em
Shell 'em
New pack, step in a spot, nigga, move back
Hol' on, don't get your boo clapped
Brody itching to shoot like a new tat
I don't even gotta talk much, niggas know what's up, and what's what
Now we gon' have a little fun, pour the jenny in the cup
They fucked up

[Hook: King Eli & Richh]
Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead)
Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool
Tuck that, can't leave the cannon
Fuck peace, we give 'em damage
Flock 3, cut up Atlantic
Jump in the foreign we out (Skrrt, Skrrt!)
Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground
Rule number 1: Don't panic (Don't Panic)
Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool
Tuck that, can't leave the cannon
Fuck peace, we give 'em damage
Flock 3, cut up Atlantic
Jump in the foreign we out
Victim, I catch a victim, put em to sleep in the ground (Fuck they talkin' 'bout?)

[Verse 3: Ricch]
Don't panic lil' nigga, don't make a sound
We got choppas, and knockers, don't fuck around
Innocent, witnesses, gettin' clowned
Can't tell what you saw, 'cause you in the clouds
.38 feenin', to peel a cap
I be smoking on niggas, my hitters clap
Manny a demon, when he attack
So I fuck with my niggas who really Hat
I don't fuck with no Choo, I don't fuck with Woo
I don't fuck with nobody I never knew (I never knew that Nigga)
I'ma pull-up on niggas like "Who Is who?"
If he upping that 2, then he get removed
Keep talking on Rich Runts
I'ma roll me a Snizz blunt, while I'm getting my dick sucked
Niggas will run, when I pull out this big gun
Won't leave 'til I hit one like
I'm EBK!
These niggas is pussy, don't follow nobody, I lead the way
He was in the way
RJ got shot on his block, and we sent him to Interfaith
It was DOA
Dizzle got hit up on Patchen, ain't make it to see the day
Screaming "Free the Gang!"
You spoke on my niggas, I pull-up on niggas, and bring the pain

[Outro: King Eli]
Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead!)