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

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)