Panic Room

By Sahtyre

On L.S.D.

Released on January 1, 2015

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[Verse 1]

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 O.D.B., you B.o.B 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