Oliver Francis Panic Attack
[Intro]
Yeah
Pull up, pull up
Yeah
[Chorus]
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mine, 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 bullet proof glass
Popped out smoking og
It's a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Keep up with the dash in the two door
Getting top while I'm watching Naruto
Yeah, 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 cash down, 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, prolly draped in Givenchy
Riding down the coast with lil shorty smoking palm trees
Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me
[Chorus]
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mine, 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 bullet proof glass
Popped out smoking og
It's a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Prolly chilling with some bitches at the ski lodge
These Balenciaga, not no Reebok
Now we burning out the gas in the Nissan
Oli self produced, everybody know that beat knock
f..ck 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, prolly thumbing through my bands
I've been getting money with my best friends
I be at the crib, laying low 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
[Chorus]
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mine, 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 bullet proof glass
Popped out smoking og
It's a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke mine, 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 bullet proof glass
Popped out smoking og
It's a new Amiri jean
Got these boys shook like a panic attack
Yeah, yeah
