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don’t panic - cbg montana lyrics

(intro):
don’t panic, ayy, don’t panic
mama told me no matter what you do, you go hard at whatever you do
you gon’ always have haters, don’t panic
i gotta know this a lot of n*ggas be hatin
ayy, but f*ck em’, we finna continue to get this money
i gotta talk my sh*t real quick, i gotta let these folks know what the business is
talk your sh*t

(verse):
i’m goin’ up, i got plenty of haters, i’m still in the trap countin’ racks
if he ain’t come to shop, tell that boy, get the f*ck, b*tch we only make serves through the back
fall off in the party, this b*tch twerkin’ on me, pretty face and her ass so fat
bend over, touch your toes, i’m rubbin’ her p*ssy, i love the way she make it clap
bows in the trap, i been rappin’ and servin
six bands one day, man, a n*gga been workin
put the d*ck on her, she screamin’ it’s hurtin
deep in her stomach, she creamin’ and squirtin
come to the trap, we don’t know you, we taxin’ you extra, lil’ n*gga, it’s twenty per line
nights, i ain’t even go home, ma call my phone, she mad, i’m tryna flip a dime
my young n*gga thirteen, he stay up in traffic, he stay tryna catch him a hat
ain’t duckin’ no static, ain’t duckin’ no smoke, p*ssy n*gga, you know where we at
dissing the dead, why you speakin’ on sh*t, you ain’t have nothin’ to do with it, quit cappin’ on wacks
switch on the bl!ck, pop out, tryna hit his lil’ car up and leave that b*tch on flat
he mad bout a b*tch, i f*ck raw, i had bent the b*tch over, i’m jammin’ her, blew out her back
he mad that i pull out her braids, he better be lucky, i let his ass get the b*tch back
how the f*ck a p*ssy*ass n*gga been slidin’ when everybody from his gang been dyin’
he got no street cred, p*ssy*ass never shot nothin’, boy, please, stop all that lyin
we movin’ work through the city, we got this rap and this street, sh*t here on lock
never forget it, twelve nem hit the block, i was jumpin’ em’ fences with dope in my sock
these n*ggas used to wanna be gang, like, what the f*ck happened, they done switched it up
crazy how three different cities, done cl!cked the f*ck up, just to go against lil’ ol’ us
same night i was slidin’, i just made it home, they told me that john just died
doin’ the dash on the way to the jack, this 7.62 on my side
ain’t tryna talk to n0body, lil’ bro, i just wanna beam me a n*gga
bodies, they finna start droppin’, we been out slidin’ for blood, we been feenin’ lil’ n*gga
pop a perc and f*ck yo’ hoe, boy, i get jiggy in that p*ssy
make me think you tryna do somethin’, why the f*ck that boy keep lookin’
i ain’t worried bout no n*gga, we both bleed, but we don’t bleed the same
need another hat, go and sn*tch another lil’ n*gga brain
(chorus):
now slide, don’t panic, it’s cool, don’t panic
stand on ten, don’t panic, go with yo’ move, don’t panic
don’t bend, don’t panic, don’t fold, don’t panic
stand tall, don’t panic, don’t fall, don’t panic

(outro):
i ain’t even diss n0body, this b*tch, i’m just speakin’ straight facts, you see what i’m sayin’
like, n*ggas hate on us for no f*ckin’ reason, we be mindin’, our business
like, no matter what the f*ck you do, n*ggas gon’ hate
but a n*gga ain’t gon’ touch sh*t, n*gga ain’t gon’ whoop sh*t, you see what i’m sayin’
so either way it go, n*gga, ain’t gone do montana ass nothin’ n*gga, and i’m still the most hated
tell a n*gga bump up with me, they know where i be
ain’t no hiding b*tch, duck this stick

- cbg montana lyrics

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