Panic
Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow, Double G
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It's just me and my weapon (Gang, gang) Big chops gon' fold em' up Fross roll 'em up, no question (Boom, boom, boom) 4 deep in the Tahoe, 45 chapo Trey gang spins through blockos (Gllt, grrt) They don't like it I know they don't like it I do it for my niggas and I do it for my hitters (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Couple niggas that's with me, they with it They my killers Young nigga from the back blocks Big crips don't strips Get cash out tracks spots Money comin' (Shooter gang) Money comin', feel like I hit the jackpot I was home alone, Macaulay Culkin Grabbed the 40, started dumpin' (Boom, boom) Got to finesse, but my music They be bumpin' I turn nothin' into somethin' Settle for less? No, i cannot I just be trappin' and movin' a lot Don't f*ck with niggas who talk to the cops Slide on my guy and we off on ya top Can't trust these bitches They settin' the drop They junkin', they laggin' like wifi K and the 4, know that's my guys (Gang, gang) pull up, we change the scenario Get the drop if you want Bullets tearin' 'em I just remove all the pounds and material I mask up get to buggin', f*ck a discussion Search up the block and take care of 'em Know my hitters go stupid No pick and choosin' Bitches in Bagen, gettin' wet with 'em Double G got the Ruger Run up and bruise 'em Boom, boom i was broke, I got my cheddar up Bitches get shot to call Kima to wet her up (Gang, gang) Glock with a stick, ain't no lettin' up Hollows go straight through Mcqueen's and They bend 'em up (Grrt, boom) Spinnin' they block in a Tesla See that we lit, now She wanna get next to us (Grrt, skrrt) Where I'm from, we keep the weapon tucked Keep ya mouth close or We killin' the messenger (Boom, boom, boom, boom) M8V3N gang, let them Ruger's hang If you talkin' tough, we leave 'em stuck (Gang) i just chase me a check Ain't no checkin' me I'm on the court and you watch like a ref Niggas they plot on me, no Ain't no stoppin' me Play with that money, Monopoly (Gang, gang) Kick the work I get to cashin' Puma fit for the fashion Sheff gon' tact' him Pop his ass like a Xan Double G got the pam, plus I got the bands Niggas flexin' for the Gram Desert Eagle won't jam, hit him and his mans Runnin' Rricky, yeah he ran (Whew) Gang hot need a fan, shootin' out the van (skrrt) shorty I just want the top I don't even wanna f*ck Just pass her to my mans (Thotty) Hit him up, watch him drop Speedin', runnin' from the cops Never gon' stop (Gang, gang) Hit him up he yellin' "Stop", Double G 83, call me 2 Glocks And he fuckin' with the opps Niggas think this shit is cool Until you get shot stupid I'm the wrong one Flexin', thinkin' shit is sweet Until you get got Hit him up, nigga duck Free my gang, winnnin' 'til they send us up Free Money, free Fresh Free my guys, all my guys Never gon' stretch Please don't panic, shots start blammin' Don't know shit? Start dashin' Anythin' started I'm finishin' Niggas be shooters but never be hittin' shit Said they caught me lackin' But ain't nothin' happened Had them niggas runnin'' like Rick Ain't nobody got me niggas tryna get me' So I gotta stay with my grip All that talkin', talkin' We gon' get to smokin' Tell the opps, "Get off my dick" If you really with it, I could really give it I just gotta get all my shit (Gang, gang) They know that we do it better (Whew) They know that we did it first (Racks, racks) They know that we do 'em worst (Gllt) Used to carry trey pounds every Time in my shorty purse But, tell 'em, "Ain't no fuckin' truce" (Nah) that's why we the reason Why y'all niggas hatin' Only tough behind the booth I could never relate Fakin' while I was skippin' the jakes Smashin' the gas up, skrtt on the backup Speed in the stoley, we brag about it We dip from the boys just to laugh about it (Skrtt) run up we bust at the Cab and we steady attackin' Them niggas be sad about it We getting money, they mad about it They talk on the low, they do not want war We hittin' these opps but Don't brag about it I'm kickin' the doors Your bitch in the score Trap out the spot, keep a happy wallet So why they watchin' tryna see my pockets? Hit 'em up until we see 'em droppin' Don't play with niggas Get to sprayin' niggas Niggas talk a lot, but never be about it
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