Don't Panic

[Intro: French Montana] Don't panic Nigga, don't panic Don't panic Nigga, don't panic [Verse 1: Sneakbo] In the club, smoking marijuana I just wanna party, fuck the drama Boy, you know I came here with the hammer Try me and catch 6 from the ladder Ciroc bottle fucking up my bladder I'm with [?] come and holla And I ain't talking bitches from the manor I'mma get girl twisted, something like a spanner I see a couple bitches over there Tell the bodyguard "bring em over here" Throwing money for your pussy in the air You gon' have my whole squad like Bo, she the best My pretty brown ting with a round ting Your arse looking like it need a pounding I'll book a room at [?] West, how that sounding? I'm just tryna get her wetter than a fountain Big dick, bigger than a mountain Girl, you could come see it if you're doubting Or ask all the girls in the south, bitch If my dick's mix up, it got em fighting Can't stick around, I be skating Real nigga getting paid quick Dodging bullets like the Matrix Come back [?] I'm on that bait shit [?] bitch posing on the pavement Indirects when I see em, they don't say shit They don't say shit Boy, I flex on a nigga if he's hating [Hook: French Montana] Don't panic We're just getting started nigga, don't panic Real niggas getting cake Watch them fake niggas hate Don't panic, don't panic We're just getting started nigga, don't panic But don't panic, don't panic We're just getting started nigga, don't panic [Verse 2: M Darg] Darg's back, who let the darg out? We don't swing [?] guys this ain't arms house Give a bitch dick and send her to young Darg's house Better be Bo tryna run in Darg's house Big machine go dudududu Some lame guys [?] I wish I coulda shoulda Most thing I do, I go and make wood up Female [?] Jetski, jetski Full speed to the max, no Pepsi Four Ps to the sack, nothing less, G 40 in the MAC, lick out your chestpiece Drop with it, roll with it In the party with your soaker and got soaked with it Got poked by your friend, I think he [?] it [Verse 3: Grizzy] Look at us, look at them You ain't banging guns, well get some ordered them Thinking 'bout the days we used to bully them But now I fuck the gyal and get the pussy wet Now they wanna beef, I tell em move You ain't slapping guns or done a move Always sleep with thingies in my room, man I let the something ride if there's any funny moves Still up in the bando, come and look You ain't really bad, you're just a crook My youngers with the flickies wanna jook Heard them niggas wanna try, I just wish a nigga would Busy getting money, I can't look at you Them niggas think they're fly because their hoodie new All my 150 so savage Don't panic [Verse 4: S-Wavey] Trap trap nigga, don't get no sleep Please stop now, you ain't slapped no heat If I say we got dum dums I'm talking 'bout bando, come and bang this heat These niggas think it's all a fucking joke Catch these niggas slipping, they gon' catch a smoke And if my niggas don't hold them [?]'ll come on through, come and soak him Catch me with Darg and Hasty 44 long, no safety Badboy prick best blaze me S-Wave, head blazed, shoot face, G [Hook]