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Panic Attack
Oliver Francis
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Yeah
Pull up, pull up
Yeah
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mad, y'all can't match
I know what they up to, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
Pull up in the i8, digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
In some new Amiri jeans
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Yeah, yeah
Keep up, do the dash in the two door
Getting top while I'm watching Naruto
20 bands on the kid when he stepped out
It's really no contest, I'm the best out
Ice cold and I'm sippin' on Ramune
Oli F, yeah, I'm balling, no 2K
VVS on my neck and my earlobes
New crib, bathroom with the heated floors
White accents on the the spearmint whip
All cashed out, pulling out the dealership
Y'all ain't getting money, least not like this
16 thou' on the necklace
Got your girl looking at me like she want me
Windows down, probably draped in Givenchy
Riding down the coast with lil' shawty, smoking palm trees
Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mad, y'all can't match
I know what they up to, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
Pull up in the i8, digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
In some new Amiri jeans
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Yeah, yeah
Probably chilling with some bitches at the ski lodge
These Balenciaga, not no Reebok
Now we burning up the gas in the Nissan
Oli self-produced, everybody know that beat knock
Fuck my girl from the back with my chains on
Power up like I'm Cell Saga Gohan
Bad bitch in the Louis Vuitton two-piece
Hit that drunken fist, off the Henny just like Rock Lee
I just hit the limit on the ATM
G-Class Benz with the Forgiato rims
Rolling through my city, probably thumbing through my bands
I've been getting money with my best friends
I be at the crib, laying low and smoking Fruit Loops
VVS looking like a holographic Mewtwo
Bad bitch in the front seat with her feet up
Everybody eyes on the gang when they see us
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mad, y'all can't match
I know what they up to, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
Pull up in the i8, digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
In some new Amiri jeans
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Yeah, yeah
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mad, y'all can't match
I know what they up to, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush in Louie V bag
Pull up in the i8, digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out smoking OG
In some new Amiri jeans
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Yeah, yeah
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