Panic

Panic

by Sheff G

on Panic (2017), Panic, Pt. 3 (2018)

[intro]
Woah
Moving moving Gang
Shooter Shooter
Shooter Gang
That's my gang
Gang

[Verse 1: Sleepy Hallow]
It's just me and my weapon
Big chops gon fold them up
Frost roll them up
No questions
4 deep in the Tahoe
4,5 choppas
Trey gang spins through
Blancos
They don't like it
I know they don't like it
Yet i do it for my n*ggas
And i do it for my hittas
Couple n*ggas thats with me
They with it
They my killer
Young n*gga from the Bank blocks
Big crips don't stripe
Get cash at tracks spots
Money coming
Money coming
Feel like i hit the jackpot
I was home alone
[?]
Grab the 40
Started dumping
Gotta finesse
Play my music
They be bumping
I turn nothing into something
Settle for less
No i can not
I just be trapping
And moving a lot
Don't f*ck with n*ggas
Who talk to the cops
Started my guide and
We off on ya top
Can't trust these b*tches
They setting the drop

[Verse 2: Sheff G]
They junking & lagging like wifi
K and the 4 thou
That's my guys
Pull up
We change the
Scenario
Get the drop
If you want
We just tear it up
I just remove all the
Pounds and material
I mask up then i'm
Bugging
f*ck a discussion
Search up the block
And take care of them
All my hittas
Go stupid
No pick and choosing
b*tches in bagen
On the web with them
Double G got the rugga
Run up
And bruise them

[Verse 3: Double G]
BOOM BOOM
I was broke
I got my cheddar up
b*tches get shot
To call Kima
To wet her up
Gloak with a stick
Ain't no letting up
Hallows go
Straight to
Mcqueens
And we blend them up
Spin in they block
In a Tesla
See they wooling
And now she wanna get
Next to us
Where i'm from
We keep the weapon tucked
Keep ya mouth close
Cause we killing the messenger

[Verse 4: Sleepy Hallow]
Moving Gang
Let them Rugers hang
If you talking tuff
We leave them stuck
I just chase me a check
Ain't no checking me
I'm on the corner
You watch like a ref
n*ggas they plot on me
No ain't no stopping me
Play with that money
Monopoly
Kick the work
I get to cashin'
Puma fit
For the fashion
Sheff gon tack it

[Verse 5: Double G]
Pop his ass like a Xan
Double G got the pam
Plus i got the bands
n*ggas flexing for the gram
[?] won't jam
Hit him and his mans
Run his rookie
Yeah he ran
Gang hot
Need a fan
Shooting out the vann
Shawty i just want the top
I don't even wanna f*ck
Just pass her
To my man
Hit him up
Watch him drop
Speeding wonder
From the cop
Never gon stop
Hit him up
We yelling stop
Double G, 83
Call me 2 gloaks
And he f*cking with
The opps
n*ggas think
This sh*t is cool
Until you get shot
Stupid i'm the real one
Flexing n*ggas till
The sweet
Until you get got

[Verse 6: Sleepy Hallow]
Hit him up
n*gga duck
Free my gang
Winna till they
Send us up
Free money
Free fresh
Free my guys
All my guys
Never gon stretch
Please don't panic
Shots starts baming
Don't know sh*t
Start dashing
Anything started
I'm finishing
n*ggas be shooters
But never be hitting sh*t
Said they catch me lacking
But ain't nothing happened
Had them n*ggas running
Like rick
Ain't nobody got me
n*ggas tryna get me
So i gotta stay with my grip
All that talking talking
We gon get to sparking
Tell the opps
Get off my di*k
If you really with it
I can really give it
I just gotta get
On my sh*t

[Verse 7: Sheff G]
They know that we do it better
They know that we did it first
They know that we do it worst
We still carry
Trey Pounds
Every time in my Shawty purse
But tell them
Ain't no f*cking truth
That's why we
The reason why
Y'all n*ggas hating
Only tuff behind the boot
I could never relate
Figure while
We just
Skip on the jepits
Smashing the gas on
Skurt on the back ups
Speed in the stoley
We brag about it
We drift on the boys
Just to laugh about it
Run up
We bust up the cab
We steady attacking
These n*ggas be sad about it
We getting money
They mad about it
They talk on the low
They do not want war
We hitting these opps
But don't brag about it
I'm kicking the door
Your b*tch in the score
Trap out the spot
Keep a happy wallet

[Verse 8: Sleepy Hallow]
So why they watching
Tryna see my pocket
Hit em up
Till we see em dropping
Don't play with n*ggas
Get to sprayin n*ggas
n*ggas talk a lot
Never be about it

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