Lyrics Panic, Pt. 4 - sheff g, sleepy hallow, Eli Fross

Panic, Pt. 4

Look
Oh, I heard you with the drilling twisting up them figures, word to who?
Huh
Different cities up in different cities what it really care to hit the news, huh
Can’t keep the Glocks all up in the
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
Still on probation and I got some homies who not coming home that ain’t scared
to go back
Still with that GDK
Still with that drop him and never look back
Squeeze on that trigger when I hear him screaming while running I know that he
soon to collapse
Still 'cause I’m with some demons who skin you while out tryna eat you, no homo,
I’m beasting, huh
Clappin' or scamming I’m choppin' your cheese like a sandwich They crying we
laughin', huh
Doing my dance I hit him I’m doing 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?
Shoota gang
Shoota, shoota, that’s shoota gang
Shoota gang gang
Oh, these niggas drilling now?
Huh, I know they can’t stand me I sit 'em down
You could die with your 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 hittas 'round
Why you talk about it?
We gon' do it don’t talk about it
They like «Sleepy gotta chill», uh
Bitch I gotta move ain’t no staying still
Sleepy, what’s the deal?
Look, you ain’t gotta ask you know Sleepy will
Go in for the kill, what
Mean mugging, hoodied up, I got the steel, cuzzo got the pack
Look, homie got the
I was trappin' fell in love with doing drills, uh
Calm, cool chill 'til you see us buggin, get to know the real
Whole lot of caps getting peeled
Federalés tried to make a nigga squeal but Ima make bail
Hit the block then we back up in the field
You the type to tell a whole tale
We the type to give 'em these shells
Ju know the drill
Gorillas moving know we giving hell
Sinning up no we can’t tell
Free the felons sitting in the cells
From the struggle ain’t believe in well
Sending headshots we ain’t doing legs
Looking close making sure he dead
Got metal bullets I don’t play with lead, glttt
Fross back moving real tac, bitch
Love skinny hoes, no fat bitch
Whipping on the stove, the trap flip
See you on ghost, you active
Internet will get you clapped quick
Love groupie hoes, they nasty
'Tron to the dome, get ratchet
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
Dead niggas we used to see 'em
Lil Babies just suck the semen, falayoo!
M8v3n, m8v3n gang
Shoota, shoota, that’s shoota gang (shoota gang gang gang)
M8v3n, m8v3n gang
Shoota, shoota, that’s shoota gang (shoota gang gang gang)