Roc Marciano - Panic lyrics

I can feel it when the wind blow
In the Benzo hangin' out the window
You know nigga how the shit goes
Get a hundred from the hip bone

True G's, boots and army fatigues
Niggas cooped up in the P's like sardines
Ain't no palm trees, and this ain't R and B
We sippin Dom P listenin' to Ron G
Nigga we rep the far east
Spark the beef like a cookout
It won't digest correct, no di doubt
I put my foot down in any
Event and kick a dent
Then stick a pen in your blimp
Now witness the strength
Til I whip in a bent
My dogs gon' pick up a scent
And this isn't French
But niggas have to kiss the ring
And momma said there would be days like this
And if pussy taste like fish
Don't give her no dick
Clock a grip, watch a clip
Friends and biz don't mix
And the big gold ring
Got the Flintstone bling
Wrist glow pink gold fat like the disco three
For real it's like my shit don't stink

It was a panic at the disco
Thirty two shots yeah that's
What the clip hold
I could feel it when the wind blow
In the Benzo hangin' out the window

Well it's the creme de la creme
Put me on a scale of one to ten
Friend, I'm the bomb with a short stem
It's on again, you'll be gone with the wind
Tryin' to come at me crooked you'll
Get caught in the end
It's important to win cuz raw is for men
Not boys and girls and tricks are for kids
I got you like a jigsaw dig
The hoes I'm like Fillmore Slim
Must I reveal more sin
And peel caps back like raw skin
I kick doors in
And hip toss niggas like kids
Plus I'm light skinded like Prince
Ready to let the Mac 10 rinse
As I sat behind the black tints
Califat the mack that's him
The rap crack kingpin the grim
The Max Payne grin the slave ships
Niggas ain't shit they gave in

It was a panic at the disco
Thirty two shots yeah that's
What the clip hold
I could feel it when the wind blow
In the Benzo hangin' out the window
If you ain't know this is how the shit go
Nigga we shootin' from the hip bone
With the pistol stickin' up the rich folk
Panic at the disco

Steel cage match, peel waves back
Reveal a eight pack black, gangster mack
Had a suitcase crack, ASAP get aimed at
Hardbody never came fat, grey Ac
Cocaine rap
My way up in a Maybach mat and lay back
Lemonade glass, spank ass
And put crack on the ave
Nigga I'm stackin that cash
But who knew it would happen that fast
And cats ain't addin' up the math
But came back clappin' at your pad
Just for rappin' that bad
And no way you should get a hood pass
For kickin' that bullshit, and brag
And act like I can't see that that's flab
We can't collab with that crab
Niggas ain't G, they lack swag
So I got to bring the black mag and
Dead pop three in your fat ass

It was a panic at the disco
Thirty two shots yeah that's
What the clip hold
I could feel it when the wind blow
In the Benzo hangin' out the window
If you ain't know this is how the shit go
Nigga we shootin' from the hip bone
With the pistol stickin' up the rich folk
Panic at the disco