PanicAttack

Panic Attack (Explicit) - Oliver Francis

Lyrics by：Alex Kelly

Composed by：Alex Kelly

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 the Louie V bag

Pull up in the I eight digital dash

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out smoking O G

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 yo

Twenty 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 two K

V V S on my neck and my earlobes

New crib bathroom with the heated floors

White accents on the spearmint whip

All cashed out pulling out the dealership

Y'all ain't getting money least not like this

Sixteen 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 the Louie V bag

Pull up in the I eight digital dash

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out smoking O G

In some new Amiri jeans

Got these boys shook like a panic attack

Yeah yeah

Probably chilling with some b***hes at the ski lodge

These Balenciaga not no Reeboks

Now we burning up the gas in the Nissan

Oli self produced everybody know that beat knock

F**k my girl from the back with my chains on

Power up like I'm cell Saga Gohan

Bad b***h in the Louis Vuitton two piece

Hit that drunken fist off the Henny just like Rock Lee ah

I just hit the limit on the A T M

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

V V S looking like a holographic Mewtwo

Bad b***h in the front seat with her feet up

Everybody eyes on the gang when they seen us

Pull up to the function smoking on the pack

Y'all don't wanna smoke mad y'all can't match