Panic, Pt. 4

[Intro]
Great John on the beat by the way

[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Look
Oh,  I heard you with the drillin'
Twistin' up them figures, word to who? Huh (Who?)
Different cities up in different cities
What  it really care to hit the news, huh
Gang  keep the Glocks all up in the landin'
Show some respect or bop, mission, huh
Shooters  all up in the sprinters
We got them shooters all up in the sprinters
Tryna coolax I'm just tryna relax but he stare at me funny, it's blrrt bah
Still on probation and I got some homies who not comin' home that ain't scared to go back
Still  with that (Shooter gang)
Still with that drop him and never look back
Squeeze on that trigger when I hear him screamin' while runnin' I know that he soon to collapse
Don't want no forgiveness
'Cause I'm with some demons who skin you while out tryna eat you, no homo, I'm beastin', huh
Clappin' or scammin' I'm choppin' your cheese like a sandwich They cryin' we laughin', huh
Doin' my dance I hit him, I'm doin' my dance
I run like the wind, huh
Bitches get shot with they man, yeah you and your friends
I'm sorry, you with them or gang?

[Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow]
Oh, these niggas drillin' now? (Drillin' now)
Huh, I know they can't stand me I sit 'em down
You could die with your blicky out (Blicky out)
Send a message tell your momma her son a clown
I got hit I ain't sit around, we could talk about it
Punch a opp if I walk without it
Keep a whole bunch of hitters 'round
White chalk about it, we gon' do it don't talk about it
They like "Sleepy gotta chill", uh
Bitch I gotta move ain't no stayin' still
Sleepy, what's the deal?
Look, you ain't gotta ask you know Sleepy will
Go in for the kill, what
Mean muggin', hoodied up, I got the steel, cuzzo got the pack
Look, homie got the crills
I was trappin' fell in love with doin' drills, uh
Calm, cool chill 'til you see us buggin, get to know the real
Whole lot of caps gettin' peeled
Federalés tried to make a nigga squeal but I'ma make bail
Hit the block and then we back up in the field (Gang)
You the type to tell a whole tale (Shooter gang)
You the type to give 'em more shells

[Verse 3: Eli Fross]
Gorillas movin' know we givin' hell (Boom)
Sinnin' up no we can't tell (Falayoo, Falayoo)
Free the felons sittin' in the cells
From the struggle ain't believe in wells
Sendin' headshots we ain't doin' legs
Lookin' close makin' sure he dead (Boom, boom, boom)
Got metal bullets I don't play with lead, (Glttt)
Fross back, movin' real tac', bitch
Love skinny hoes, no fat bitch (No fat)
Whippin' on the stove, the trap flip (Get trap)
TD on goes, you active (It's active)
Internet beef get you clapped quick (Get clapped)
Love groupie hoes, they nasty (They nasty)
'Tron to the dome, get ratchet (Get rachet)
Get up in your zoe, get active
If you think it's hot today, (Boom)
Wait 'til you meet the heater (That heater)
That shit turn to jeepers creepers (That creeper)
At night Ima different demon (That de—)
My duffel is tucked away (It's tucked)
.40 aim in so we could G him
Dead niggas we used to see 'em
Lil Babies just suck the semen, (Falayoo)