Panic (Feat. Sleepy Hallow & Double G)

Whew, M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
That's my gang (grrt-bah)
Gang, gang

It's just me and my weapon (gang-gang)
Big chops gon' fold 'em up, Fross roll 'em up, no question (boom-boom)
Four deep in the Tahoe, .45 chapo, Trey gang spins through blockos (grrt-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 wit' 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)
Gotta 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 cop
Slide on my guy and we off on ya top, can't trust these bitches, they settin' the drop

They junkin', they laggin' like Wi-Fi, K and the four, 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

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)

M8V3N gang, let them Rugers 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' (watch-watch)
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

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 man's
Runnin' Rricky, yeah, he ran (hoo), gang hot, need a fan, shootin' out the van (skrrt)
Shawty I just want the top, I don't even wanna fuck, just pass her to my man's (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

Hit him up, nigga duck, free my gang, winnnin' 'til they send us up (boom-boom)
Free Money, free Fresh, free my guys, all my guys, never gon' stretch (gang-gang, gang-gang)
Please don't panic, shots start blammin', don't know shit? Start dashin' (woo-grrah)
Anythin' started I'm finishin', niggas be shooters but never be hittin' shit (boom-boom)

Said they caught me lackin', but ain't nothin' happened, had 'em 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 wit' it, I could really give it, I just gotta get all my shit (gang-gang, blaow)

They know that we do it better (hoo), they know that we did it first (racks-racks)
They know that we do 'em worst (grrt), used to carry trey pounds every time in my shawty 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 (woo), I could never relate
Fakin' while I was skippin' the jakes (gang-gang), smashin' the gas up, skrrt on the backup
Speed in the stoley, we brag about it, we dip from the boys just to laugh about it (skrrt)
Run up, we bust at the cab, and we steady attackin', 'em niggas be sad about it (grrt-blaow)

We gettin' money, they mad about it, they talk on the low, they do not want war
We hittin' these opp, 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