Panic

[Intro]
Whew
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
That's my gang, gltt bah
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: Sleepy Hallow]
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 fuck 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

[Verse 2: Sheff G]
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', fuck 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

[Verse 3: Double G]
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)

[Verse 4: Sleepy Hallow]
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

[Verse 5: Double G]
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 fuck, 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

[Verse 6: Sleepy Hallow]
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)

[Verse 7: Sheff G, Double G & Sleepy Hallow]
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