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sheff g - panic part 4 lyrics

[?] on the beat by the way

[verse 1: sheff g]
look
oh, i heard you with the drilling twisting up them figures, word to who?
different cities up in different cities what it really care to hit the news, huh
[?] 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
[?] i’m just tryna relax but he stare at me funny [?]
[?] 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 h-m-, 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
b-tches get shot with they man, yeah you and your friend
i’m sorry you with them or gang?
shoota gang
shoota, shoota, that’s shoota gang
shoota gang gang

[sleepy hallow]
oh, these n-gg-s 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, b-tch i gotta move ain’t no staying still
sleepy what’s the deal?
look, you ain’t gotta ask you know sleepy will
going for the k!ll
what, mean mugging hoodied up i got the steel ’cause i got the pack
look, homie got the [?]
i was trappin’ fell in love with doing drills, uh
calm, cool ’til ’til you see us buggin, get to know the real
whole ‘lotta caps getting peeled
fetty, roddy tried to make a n-gg- squeal but ima make bail
hit the block then we back up in the field
you the type to tell a hoe “tell!”
we the type to give ’em these sh-lls

[eli fross]
ju know the drill
gorillas moving know we giving h-ll
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 tactic
love skinny hoes no fat b-tch
whipping on the stove, the trap flip
cd 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… wait ’til you meet the heater (that heater)
that sh-t turn to jeepers creepers (that creeper)
at night ima different demon (that de)
my duffel is tucked away (it’s tucked)
.40 aim so we could [?]
dead n-gg-s we used to see ’em
lil babies just suck the s-m-n, falayoo!

[outro]
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)

- sheff g lyrics

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