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Panic, Pt. 4
Great John on the
beat by the
way [Sheff G:] Look Oh, I
heard you with the
drilling twisting up them figures, word to who? Huh Different cities up in different cities what it really care to hit the
news, huh Can't keep the
Glocks all up in the
[?] Show some respect or bop, mission, huh Shooters all up in the
sprinters We got them shooters all up in the
sprinters Tryna coolax I'm just tryna relax but he stare at me funny it's brrra ba Still on probation and I
got some homies who not coming home that ain't scared to go back Still with that shooter gang Still with that drop him and never look back Squeeze on that trigger when I
hear him screaming while running I
know that he soon to collapse Don't want no forgiveness 'cause I'm with some demons who skin you while out tryna eat you, no homo, I'm beasting, huh Clapping or scamming I'm chopping your cheese like a
sandwich They crying we laughing, huh Doing my dance I
hit him I'm doing my dance I
run like the
wind, huh Bitches get shot with they man, yeah you and your friends I'm sorry, you with them or gang? Shoota gang Shoota, shoota, that's shoota gang Shoota gang gang [Sleepy Hallow:] Oh, these niggas drilling now? Huh, I
know they can't stand me I
sit 'em down You could die with your blicky out Send a
message tell your momma her son a
clown I
got hit I
ain't sit around, we could talk about it Punch a
opp if I
walk without it Keep a
whole bunch of hittas 'round Why you talk about it? We gon' do it don't talk about it They like "Sleepy gotta chill", uh Bitch I
gotta move ain't no staying still Sleepy, what's the
deal? Look, you ain't gotta ask you know Sleepy will Go in for the
kill, what Mean mugging, hoodied up, I
got the
steel, cuzzo got the
pack Look, homie got the
crills I
was trapping fell in love with doing drills, uh Calm, cool chill 'til you see us buggin, get to know the
real Whole lot of caps getting peeled Federalés tried to make a
nigga squeal but Ima make bail Hit the
block then we back up in the
field You the
type to tell a
whole tale We the
type to give 'em these shells [Eli Fross:] Ju know the
drill Gorillas moving know we giving hell Sinning up no we can't tell Free the
felons sitting in the
cells From the
struggle ain't believe in well Sending headshots we ain't doing legs Looking close making sure he dead Got metal bullets I
don't play with lead, glttt Fross back moving real tac, bitch Love skinny hoes, no fat bitch Whipping on the
stove, the
trap flip See you on ghost, you active Internet will get you clapped quick Love groupie hoes, they nasty 'Tron to the
dome, get ratchet Get up in your zoe, get active If you think it's hot today, boom, wait 'til you meet the
heater (that heater) That shit turn to jeepers creepers (that creeper) At night Ima different demon (that de-) My duffel is tucked away (it's tucked) .40 aim in so we could [?] Dead niggas we used to see 'em Lil Babies just suck the
semen, falayoo! M8v3n, m8v3n gang Shoota, shoota, that's shoota gang (shoota gang gang gang) M8v3n, m8v3n gang Shoota, shoota, that's shoota gang (shoota gang gang gang)
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