Panic, Pt. 3

What you know 'bout sittin' the traps?

Matter of fact, what you know 'bout sleepin' in 'em?

Got weed, got crack and demons in it

Can't talk much, 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

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'

Movin', 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 the same tax, so I heard he with it

Look, slide in the hoopty, we hit him he move suspicious

Better not see a witness

Cap him, watch him scream "Duck!"

Forty baby bream, smoke him like a wet machine

Ever watch him scream stuck up and then I'm squeezin' then

Walkin' right off the scene

And all my **** do it blitzos

Kick those, spinnin' 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, no case, ain't no mistakes

Play big hollow tips gon' change this way

Car getaway, no Sheff don't play no games

Look, what you know 'bout keepin' the strap?

Matter of fact, what you 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 problems be rubber bands

Pray that forty 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 jumpin'

We stripe through the scene in a four-door

Blitz again for the night, that's for bro-bro

Bend through you block with the beam, know the promo

Look

Never solo

I'm with gang and we gang and that thirty held up by the Polo's

Never low though

Always ask "Stupid bitch, why you always try fuck up my mojo?"

Can't get luck 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 crackin' your toppo

What do you know 'bout flippin' the pack?

Matter of fact, what you know about stakin', schemin'

Parked up all night call that faithful demons

Masked up, grips out, paper chasin' dreamin' 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 teeth

Movin', movin' gang, (Movin' gang)

Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang gang gang

Movin', movin' gang, (Movin' gang, gang, gang)

Shooter gang