Panic Attack Oliver Francis

[Intro]
Yeah
Pull up, pull up
Yeah

[Chorus]
Pull up to the function, smokin' on the pack
Y'all don't wanna smoke, man, y'all can't match
I know what they up to, they don't really love you
Quarter ounce of kush in the Louis V bag
Pull up in the i8, digital dash
Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
Popped out, smokin' OG
In some new Amiri jeans
Got these boys shook like a panic attack, yeah, yeah (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Keep up, do the dash in the two-door (Two-door)
Gettin' top while I'm watching Naruto, yuh (Ooh, yuh)
Twenty bands on the kid when he stepped out (Out)
It's really no contest, I'm the best out (Yuh)
Ice cold and I'm sippin' on Ramune (Ooh)
Oli F, yeah, I'm balling, no 2K (Ooh)
VVS on my neck and my earlobes
New crib, bathroom with the heated floors (Boom, boom)
White accents on the the spearmint whip (Spearmint, skrrt)
All cash down, pullin' out the dealership (Cha-Ching)
Y'all ain't getting money, least not like this (Ooh)
Sixteen thou' on the necklace (Woah)
Got your girl looking at me like she want me (Uh-huh)
Windows down, probably draped in Givenchy (Givenchy, ooh)
Ridin' down the coast with lil' shawty, smokin' palm trees (Yuh)
Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me