PANIC

[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 shit, I been on some weird shit
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 "Fuck you"
I know I could say "Fuck 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 nigga 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 bitch crib
I don't ever go home, 99 wrist, kid, yeah
My dopamine is fucked, I been up for a minute (Magnet)
I been having pay for a minute

[Verse 2: Brennan Savage]
Yeah, I told that bitch "Don't panic"
If she take a photo, bitch, don't Instagram it
Yeah, I did her oh-so-dirty, yeah, I did some damage
Yeah, get up on my dick, bitch, you on some fan shit (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"
Fuck, I think I said too much, I keep foreign bitches by the bunch (Lets go)
Yeah, I can't fuck with these lames, 'cause I'm fuckin' too much sluts
And I can't remember names, 'cause I'm thinking 'bout my funds (My funds)

[Outro: Brennan Savage]
You feel me?
Woo!