[Hook: Rick Ross]
|
Can't Panic, Don't Panic
|
They knocking, Don't Panic
|
It's them people in penny-loafers
|
They searching people and searching sofas
|
OH LORD! Can't Panic, Don't Panic
|
No time to plot it, No time to plan it
|
100 Keys up in the Attic! 100 Keys up in the Attic!
|
OH LORD!
|
|
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
|
Dirty ratchet Diesel, watching for them people
|
2 Birds in the Kitchen; 1 Brick, 1 Desert Eagle
|
If the Cops rush in, better flush it
|
Better pray to God they don't see you
|
Cause them F-E-D-S Boys want to L-I-F-and E you
|
So don't panic, don't panic, if they grab you
|
Don't panic, nigga dropping statements on the
|
Whole hood, they grabbed the nigga and he ramming
|
Got them young boys like 30 Years still walking
|
And he standing, let that would've been one of my
|
Niggas, bet you homie would've died quicker, my
|
Lawyer cost 100 Thou', nigga, rats telling with
|
No remorse, shoot at us, no reports, we shoot at them
|
They going to Court, fuck niggas want to go to War
|
Just make sure you could stand it, and when them boys
|
Start rushing, nigga, just don't panic
|
|
[Hook: Rick Ross]
|
|
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
|
Pussy niggas panic, I could see they panties
|
Rain, Snow, or Sleet, I'm in these Streets and
|
It's so organic, WB but no Atlantic, play with
|
Me and I bet I'll handle it, 30 G's, 20 Shows
|
A Month, that's too much to count and too much
|
To manage, (hey) I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah
|
My car's White, motherfuck a hater, I done lived
|
A Hard Life, I'm swanging out my building, trying
|
To raise my children, top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
|
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first Million, that's
|
When my whole Life changed, I Pledge Allegiance to
|
Streets that I'll never Panic if them FEDS came
|
That's on everything, Money-Bag in the bread game, my
|
Partner and them is my partner and them, murder one or
|
Get gwop with them, I'm YO GOTTI!
|
|
[Hook: Rick Ross]
|
|
-----------------
|
Dont Panic
|
| Meek Mill |
