Panic, Pt 3
Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow, Fresh G
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This is a Melo beat What you know about sittin' in traps? (Traphouse Mob) matter of fact What you know 'bout sleepin' in 'em? Got weed, got crack and demons in it Can't talk, my Sprite got lean up in it Look i don't play with nobody, don't wait On nobody, don't wait on me, uh I don't hate on nobody, you Hate on the posse, you hate on me Told bro if I die "Don't let that bread stop just Send me some dead opps" Know the gang still up on that sly shit We don't talk all we know is fly shit Boy, you buggin' Think you thuggin' my clique It ain't nothin', stuffin' corn In my clip, like, stupid T2MB be the team if you oppin' I'm boomin' m8V3N, look Don't got no brakes when I skate On the cops I be movin' pull up gray flag Left out the house with no breakfast Smokin' straight gas in the whiplash Pray that I don't see the gates fast So, you got cash? Let me take half Lawyer gon' beat up the case fast Suck me up in court System lying to the judge I'm movin' with same tax So I heard he wit' it Look, slide in the hoopty, we Hit him he move suspicious Better not see a witness Cap him, watch him scream, "Duck!" 40 baby beam, smoke him like a wet machine Ever watch him scream stuck up it then I'm Squeezing then walkin' right off the scene And all my niggas do is blitzos kick those Spinning with the crips when I say so Straight two-three shots out the Draco Hit him then forget him on the Scene then we lay low And all you see is white Sheets and chalk and tape No face, no case, ain't no mistakes Play big hollow tips gon' change his way Car getaway, no Sheff don't play no games Look, what you know 'bout Keepin' the strap? (Traphouse Mob) Matter fact Whatchu know 'bout feedin' clips in Got cops outside, still creep out windows Send shots, they like "Still tuggin', chillin''', look I'm a hunnid man, damn, hunnid bands Only problem be rubber bands Pray that 40 don't jam When I squint, it got me Hittin' him and his mans, but no homo Man, this metal got bungee and bounce Out of balance like Pogo's, look Say that, spray that F*ck with the gang and get left As a poster or logo Heavy Auto's Get the Smith and I'm jumpin' we stripe Through the scene in a four door Blitz again for the night That's for bro bro Bend through your block with the beam Know the promo Look never solo I'm with gang and we gang and that 30 held up by the Polo's never low though Always ask, "Stupid bitch Why you always try f*ck up my mojo?" Can't get locked though Heard the Deez on my body They ask me some shit, say, "I don't know" Pass the chapo I'm with bro, spin the blocko Hop out, we cracking your toppo What you know 'bout flippin' the pack? Matter fact What you know about stakin schemin' Parked up all night call that faithful demons Masked up, grips out Paper chasin' dreaming like I ain't gotta call up gang-gang Never call up gang 'cause the Gang they stay with me I don't talk on the pain gang Bro switched lane then gang Gon' drench your tee M8V3N, M8V3N gang (M8V3N gang) Shoota, shoota, that's shoota gang (shoota gang gang gang) gang, gang M8V3N, M8V3N gang (M8V3N gang gang gang) Shoota gang
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