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panic attack! - bouzzie lyrics

[intro]
i just put these diamonds all over my wrist
sippin’ on act’, it’s purple when i take a p*ss
yeah, these n*ggas mad, ‘cause i know that they not legit
yeah, she having a * she having a * she having a

[chorus]
she having a panic attack (let’s go)
yeah, counting up green (green), moving the dope (dope), but no, we not talking ‘bout that (oh no)
glock got a beam, it got a scope, it got a couple attached, uh
she on her knees, giving me throat but i’m tryna clap from the back (b*tch, let’s go)
bdnyc, haven’t checked on my folks but i’m sending hundreds of stacks (slatt, slatt, hundred, a hundred)

[verse]
i’m send em’ checks on vacation (word)
always at work in thе stu’
b*tch, i think i’m the best, no debating (yеah)
i got a whole lot of guns, you would think i’m an addict the way that i’m spraying (with the way that i’m spraying)
i’m trying to buy me a house where your living room almost the size of my bas*m*nt
yeah, i put in work for the weed (weed)
i put in work for the week (for the week)
gotta switch out my tires, my car always flying (skrrr)
i’m thinking my horsepower weak
yeah, my cheddar blue and it’s green (and it’s green) (what?)
yeah, i get the pounds by the week (by the week) (huh?)
yeah, my money fat, it can’t fit in my pocket
i love when my money obese (when my money obese)
i love when my b*tch is bad, she shutting her mouth, only listens to me (only listen to me)
i love when she pull my pants down and then she start sucking for me (she gonna suck it for free)
yeah, i love when she be talking sh*t to n*ggas
she better not cheat (b*tch, you better not cheat)
yeah, i love when i just count my guns and make a f*ck n*gga deceased
[chorus]
she having a panic attack (let’s go)
yeah, counting up green (green), moving the dope (dope), but no, we not talking ‘bout that (oh no)
glock got a beam, it got a scope, it got a couple attached, uh
she on her knees, giving me throat but i’m tryna clap from the back (b*tch, let’s go)
bdnyc, haven’t checked on my folks but i’m sending hundreds of stacks (slatt, slatt, hundred, a hundred)

[verse]
n.f.o.f, b*tch, i miss the gang
444 and it’s all on my chain (on my chain)
444, get a tec to the brain (to the brain)
that n*gga mad, (mad) his sh*t got forked (forked)
b*tch, i’m just eating like canes
yeah, that n*gga mad ‘cause he came from the ‘burbs (‘burbs)
i know some doves that don’t bang (they don’t bang)
that n*gga mad, he a b*tch (yeah)
r. kelly diamonds, my wrist (on slatt)
yeah, i’m with the waitress at benihana
she say she want bigger tip (she want the bigger the tip)
yeah, she said that she down to quit her job ‘cause she want a n*gga like this (she want a n*gga like this)
yeah, she said that she wanna eat with a real n*gga
you ain’t feed her like this (you ain’t feed her like this)
yeah, feel like ddg, them n*ggas mad ‘cause i’m moonwalking through calabasis
them n*ggas mad, them n*ggas p*ssed
i be smoking on canabis
i’m eating rappers, feel like hannibal (hannibal)
how ‘bout you ‘hannibal cannibal’ this? (cannibal, cannibal, cannibal this)
they said i fell off
go check my numbers, donny is big on the *n*lytics (5…4…3…2…1) (donny!)
[chorus]
she having a panic attack (let’s go)
yeah, counting up green (green), moving the dope (dope), but no, we not talking ‘bout that (oh no)
glock got a beam, it got a scope, it got a couple attached, uh
she on her knees, giving me throat but i’m tryna clap from the back (b*tch, let’s go)
bdnyc, haven’t checked on my folks but i’m sending hundreds of stacks (slatt, slatt, hundred, a hundred)

[outro]
the way that i pull up that urus (skrrr), my momma get mad ‘cause i’m driving too fast
with the clothes i’m wearing, i could pay your mortgage, n*gga, the price of my pants
and i freestyled all this sh*t when i got in the booth, i don’t need no pen
444

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