PANIC!!! Paris Texas

[Intro: Felix]
(Yeah, ayy, woah, yeah)
Ayy, please don't touch my— (No, not yet)
Ayy, bad bitch touch my—, wait (No no no)
I can see why you're— (Okay, go ahead)

[Verse 1: Felix]
I see why you are stressed (Mhm)
Because you're no contest (Mhm)
Fuck 12, I can't confess (Mhm)
Drop racks, I'll clean my mess (Mhm)
Excuse me while I flex (Mhm)
Bad bitch that's to my left (Mhm)
Your bitch bad with bad breath (Mhm)
For bags, I do conquest
Find bag then I collect (Okay)
Know niggas that love techs (They do)
Like geeks know every spec (They do)
Both cheeks I grab, oh yes (Oh yes)
It's like I'm grandma, yes (Okay)
PT rep that 'til death ('Til death)
Get back, I need ten steps (5 feet)
Don't care who got up next

[Verse 2: Louie Pastel]
Uh-huh, PT, bitch, can't miss
Ain't heard no shit like this
Pull out my shit, she lick
I got the bread to trick
I see yo' ex down bad, uh-huh
I think he need a sis, uh-huh
So I went and fucked that nigga momma, huh
I came in this bitch with no genre, huh, huh
I'm on my way to the tippity-top
I'm so OP niggas think I'm an opp
B-O-B-M-O-B-G-A-N-G
Niggas love me, why the fuck would I stop?
I might get bored and just get into stocks
Shawty just gave me the slippery slop
I love black girls that listen to rock
Fuck you thinkin' tryna put me in box?