Sahtyre - Panic Room lyrics
[Sahtyre - Panic Room lyrics]
Yeah! I'm menace to your minister
But fuck it, cause ya'll feeling it
So many questions who's the riddler
Maybe I should've been on ritalin
Sippin' on that hen' again
All we do is get it in
In again, in again, in again i'm in a
Do you want to smoke dear?
Puff puff, venison nigga, I'm killin' it
Tell that judge I'm innocent
All black hoodie on like
Fuck George Zimmerman
Motherfuckers wonder why I'm spinnin'
So take a look around at
This environment we livin' in
Divy up my dividends
Motherfuck your freestyle
I need my bitch silent but I
Gotta have my weed loud
Bitch see me, freak out
Drugs got 'em geeked out young G-O-D
Your B is trying to get this D now
I'm ODB, you BoB ass niggas is in indie now
Flow off the motherfuckin' wall no rebound
But deep down i just wanna
Hop up on that eastbound 10 freeway
Doin' like a hundred twenty
Three miles per hour
Pull up on these coward fucking police, smile
Roll that window down pull the piece out
Then it's peace out
But none of y'all can see me
So I could never be found
Got your bitch so wet if I
Eat it I'll probably be drowned
Three rounds down sipping brown
Bitches strippin' down smoke a fuckin' ton
Fuck a pound, we ain't comin' down
Thunder in my brain lungs full of clouds
Whether or not you like it my grandmama proud
She came to see me do my
Thing before a sellout crowd
There's fifty people at your shows
So who's the sellout now?
Hello, wild bitches then we mount
The bitches put it in they mouth, yeah!
Niggas say they do it for the love
But don't forget the sex and the drugs
But fuck it, cause ya'll feeling it
So many questions who's the riddler
Maybe I should've been on ritalin
Sippin' on that hen' again
All we do is get it in
In again, in again, in again i'm in a
Do you want to smoke dear?
Puff puff, venison nigga, I'm killin' it
Tell that judge I'm innocent
All black hoodie on like
Fuck George Zimmerman
Motherfuckers wonder why I'm spinnin'
So take a look around at
This environment we livin' in
Divy up my dividends
Motherfuck your freestyle
I need my bitch silent but I
Gotta have my weed loud
Bitch see me, freak out
Drugs got 'em geeked out young G-O-D
Your B is trying to get this D now
I'm ODB, you BoB ass niggas is in indie now
Flow off the motherfuckin' wall no rebound
But deep down i just wanna
Hop up on that eastbound 10 freeway
Doin' like a hundred twenty
Three miles per hour
Pull up on these coward fucking police, smile
Roll that window down pull the piece out
Then it's peace out
But none of y'all can see me
So I could never be found
Got your bitch so wet if I
Eat it I'll probably be drowned
Three rounds down sipping brown
Bitches strippin' down smoke a fuckin' ton
Fuck a pound, we ain't comin' down
Thunder in my brain lungs full of clouds
Whether or not you like it my grandmama proud
She came to see me do my
Thing before a sellout crowd
There's fifty people at your shows
So who's the sellout now?
Hello, wild bitches then we mount
The bitches put it in they mouth, yeah!
Niggas say they do it for the love
But don't forget the sex and the drugs