PANIC HOURS!

[Intro]
Ayy
Know your stomach— huh
Know your stomach hurting when you wake up
Huh, ayy, ayy (know your stomach hurting when you wake up)
(Bitch, ayy, ayy)
Know your—
Know, your— ayy

[Verse]
Know your stomach hurting when you wake up
You better get your cake up
That shit you saying cool until I see it, that shit made up
You fuck up paper
I fuck your ho and make her pay up
You let her stray up
She came to me, I let her cater
I ain't gotta say much
I let them fall, I let them bait up
You Mr-chase-her
I'm Mr. get-it-out-her-pay-cut
Money come first, bitch, I want the pussy later
I swear to God my first bitch still tryna do me favors
I'm a real God, bitch, fuck a player, uhh, uhh
Bow down, bitch, pick up that paper
I know stripper hoes love me, I'm their favorite
Ten rolls on me, she got rent, she gotta pay it
I got ten hoes on me, all of them think they gotta pay it
Ten hoes on me, all of them think they my favorite
You make one false move and your bitch up for taking
You know that bitch a dog, it ain't shit to come and break her
Uhh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Refrain]
You know that money call, you gon' panic, probably hang up
You know that bitch a dog, it ain't shit to come and break her, uhh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, hold up
You know that money call, you gon' panic, probably hang up
You know that bitch a dog, it ain't shit to come and— damn