Babyface Ray, Wanski - Didn't Panic lyrics

Rich habit's, 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 habit's, 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 habit's, 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'