Didn't Panic - Babyface Ray, Wanski

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'