Panic 2
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Shooter gang, moving gang, shooter Moving gang, shooter gang, moving gang, shooter gang Moving gang, shooter gang, moving gang, shooter gang Whole gang got knocked free bro Send shots in the, in the spots, niggas give no fucks Who block, don't do friends they with you they can get shot We just do it for the, we just do it for the cash bitch Know that my niggas ain't average Gotta, gotta stay where it's at You ain't from here, come here guaranteed you get clapped We trap for the better bitch, for the gang get yo' whole block wet up Still Puma fits for the set up, no change, no gang, no let up Bitch I keep a pole, who that no I cannot fuck with no rat, rat Strap for the lack and we moving so tack Hit that boy up, better pack a strap Run up on who? No not us Fuck that, you gon' get left in the dust Don't talk, don't argue, straight In the night don't walk too sus, lil' bro keep pole Bet, new opp, let's go We hit him if he move hot We shoot, they call cops On the block all day it was cruelty Running from truancy, this shit ain't new to me My nigga do this shit back to back it flip on your block like a dirty mattress Trap out the spot, keep the money packing Gang, gang Get to the breach I am not wasting no time with the treesh You gotta cuff by that bitch on a leash Don't wanna talk to that bitch on her knees, gang You know the gang how we give it up Hollows they hit him and rip him up Paramedics, pick him up Gang, gang, gang Is you sucking or not? Don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout the guap I make a call, yellow tape on your block I got a stick, try to duck, you get shot Boom, boom, boom Watch him twirl when he drop Fifty shots in the Glock Now he running from shots We do not fuck with the opposition Load up the Glocks, unlimited shots Hit that boy up when his momma wit' him She yellin' "Stop" but his body drop King's County got another victim You should've listened Gang, gang, gang, gang She gonna fuck with gang She fell in love with the Treys She told me I gotta change but I'm just stuck in my ways Heard niggas chatting 'bout that, two, three shots that's me Wonder why I hear talk 'bout that white chalk Like who send shots that's we, who bend blocks like us Get it to bow, man down Father forgive me, I'm sinning, I'm striking the fifth in hand Like I'm in war, it's for killing him Packs that I flip, we be yes I'm delivering Run up, what's your plan, who got quicker hands? Watch we bust the car right when you jump out When I know your mans, homie blink he jam 'Cause I got something for him soon as he jump out He ain't screaming out yo bro shit Hollow tips echo YOLO, YOLO How much time should I fumble with grips? Bodies bounce hit the floor like a Pogo, yo-yo All get touched, name one, save one, everyone duck when the thing go Tough man get crunched, know that I stay clutched We ain't talking 'bout trunks when the mac go Heard they spinning through, can't wait to get to you Choppers hit noggins will switch up your attitude Keep the Smith wit' me, bullets rip anything Please don't let mommy or poppa get hit or two So let me know, let me know, who got what nigga, who shot what Gotta tell them though, get the dough Niggas slip, get hit, boy chop or drop Talking out they mouth Gang do walk ups Double G bliss see who talking now, look who saucin' now Keep new fits and I keep full grip for the wildin' out Steady hating, I can't understand them She went there and bought some, soon as you brand them Remember nights, I'm risking all my chances Who blow what, we switching up the I keep a Glock for the snakes Niggas be tucking, your shooters be bluffing They talk but they watch what they say Sheff will pick out the drop where you stay Forty spark on the ground where he lay I'ma blessed, big crip to grip In the spot we gon' spazz out,cash out I'ma show you what that cash 'bout Money coming, I'ma cash cow
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- Duration
- 03:22
- Tempo
- 142 BPM