Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Didn't Panic , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 16.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Didn't Panic |
| Rich habits, rich dancing |
| Bitch badder, been planted |
| Police kicked my door and I didn’t panic |
| Twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet |
| Bought it for the low and made it flip backwards |
| Hide your lil' ho before I kidnap her |
| Word through the grapevine, niggas just rappers |
| Man, this shit ain’t new to me, boy, I been havin' |
| Fake ass niggas, stay a long way from me |
| If I wanna go in traffic, take a whole day from me |
| Goddamn, God, you took my favorite boy from me |
| We done fucked up, been tryna make it home off the streets |
| I’ma fuckin' pay your bills, bitch, hold that for me |
| I done shot niggas off, they went and sold that for me |
| I had my back against the wall, I ain’t fold, I’m a G |
| If you fold, that ain’t cheese, niggas froze when it’s beef |
| Niggas gettin' pussy then exposing the freak |
| Exposed to the real, she ain’t answered in weeks |
| Touch down in your town with a bag full of sweets |
| I’m just lookin' for the fiends, now they lookin' for me |
| Call my nigga Emerald, he gon' cook it for me |
| Call my nigga, shh, he gon' cook it for free |
| Jump out of your hood with a bucket on me |
| Shit bustin' off the noodles, couldn’t fit it in my jeans, nigga |
| Rich habits, rich dancing |
| Bitch badder, been planted |
| Police kicked my door and I didn’t panic |
| Twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet |
| Bought it for the low and made it flip backwards |
| Hide your lil' ho before I kidnap her |
| Word through the grapevine, niggas just rappers |
| Man, this shit ain’t new to me, boy, I been havin' |
| Shit ain’t new to me, your unc say he used to be |
| God say He fuck with me, I send blues with him |
| These niggas rappin' out here cappin', they ain’t foolin' me |
| Got thirty thousand on me, no jewelry |
| Line slappin', pure cut slappin' |
| All type of shit in the kitchen cabinet |
| Bro clean a pan like he flippin' patties |
| I be down the way tryna feed the family |
| Real niggas over here, y’all counterfeit |
| Nigga play over here, then we droppin' shit |
| We don’t do leg shots, bitch, we top and shit |
| If he do a shot this way, he do not exist |
| Get that, flip that (Quick) |
| I collect pros while I sit back (On my ass) |
| We’ll come slide through your kickback (Dumb ass nigga) |
| Hundred on the, spend that (Quick) |
| Rich habits, rich dancing |
| Bitch badder, been planted |
| Police kicked my door and I didn’t panic |
| Twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet |
| Bought it for the low and made it flip backwards |
| Hide your lil' ho before I kidnap her |
| Word through the grapevine, niggas just rappers |
| Man, this shit ain’t new to me, boy, I been havin' |