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

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