Don't Panic

[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] 30 racks of 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 around And he standing, bet 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 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 the streets That I'll never panic if them FEDS came That's on everything, Money-Bag and the bread game My partner and them is my partner and them Murder one or get guap with them, I'm Yo Gotti [Hook: Rick Ross]