Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Panic, Pt. 3 , by - sheff g. Release date: 24.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Panic, Pt. 3 |
| This is a Melo beat |
| What you know about sittin' in traps? |
| Matter of fact, what you know 'bout sleepin' in 'em? |
| Got weed, got crack and demons in it |
| Can’t talk, my sprite got lean up in it, look |
| I don’t play with nobody, don’t wait on nobody, don’t wait on me, uh |
| I don’t hate on nobody, you hate on the posse, you hate on me |
| Told bro if I die, «Don't let that bread stop just send me some dead opps» |
| Know the gang still up on that sly shit |
| We don’t talk all we know is fly shit |
| Boy, you buggin', think you thuggin' my clique |
| It ain’t nothin', stuffin' corn in my clip, like, stupid |
| T2MB |
| be the team if you oppin', I’m boomin' |
| M8V3N |
| , look, don’t got no brakes when I skate on the cops I be movin' |
| Pull up gray flag |
| Left out the house with no breakfast, smokin' straight gas in the whiplash |
| Pray that I don’t see the gates fast |
| So you got cash? |
| Let me take half |
| Lawyer gon' beat up the case fast |
| Suck me up in court |
| System lying to the judge |
| I’m movin' with same tax, so I heard he wit' it |
| Look, slide in the hoopty, we hit him he move suspicious, better not see a |
| witness |
| Cap him, watch him scream, «Duck!» |
| .40 baby beam, smoke him like a wet machine |
| Ever watch him scream stuck up it then I’m squeezing then walkin' right off the |
| scene |
| And all my niggas do is blitzos |
| Kick those, |
| spinning with the crips when I say so |
| Straight two-three shots out the Draco |
| Hit him then forget him on the scene then we lay low |
| And all you see is white sheets and chalk and tape |
| No face, no case, ain’t no mistakes |
| Play big hollow tips gon' change his way |
| Car getaway, no Sheff don’t play no games |
| Look, what you know 'bout keepin' the strap? |
| Matter fact, whatchu know 'bout feedin' clips in |
| Got cops outside, still creep out windows |
| Send shots, they like «Still tuggin', chillin', look» |
| I’m a hunnid man, damn, hunnid bands, only problem be rubber bands |
| Pray that .40 don’t jam |
| When I square it got me hittin' him and his mans, but no homo |
| Man, this metal got bungee and bounce out of balance like Pogo’s, look |
| Say that, spray that, fuck with the gang and get left as a poster or logo |
| Heavy Auto’s |
| Get the Smith and I’m jumping we stripe through the scene in a four-door |
| Blitz again for the night, that’s for bro bro |
| Bend through your block with the beam, know the promo |
| Look |
| Never solo |
| I’m with gang and we gang and that .30 held up by the Polo’s |
| Never low though |
| Always ask «Stupid bitch, why you always try fuck up my mojo?» |
| Can’t get locked though |
| Heard the D’s on my body |
| They ask me some shit say «I don’t know» |
| Pass the chapo |
| I’m with bro, spin the blocko |
| Hop out, we cracking your toppo |
| What you know 'bout flipping the pack? |
| Matter fact, what you know about stakin schemin' |
| Parked up all night call that faithful demons |
| Masked up, grips out, paper chasin' dreaming like |
| I ain’t gotta call up gang gang, never call up gang 'cause the gang they stay |
| with me |
| I don’t talk on the pain gang |
| Bro switched lane then gang gon' drench your tee |
| M8V3N, M8V3N gang (M8V3N gang) |
| Shoota, shoota, that’s shoota gang (shoota gang gang gang) gang, gang |
| M8V3N, M8V3N gang (M8V3N gang gang gang) |
| Shoota gang |