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Listen to Panic (feat. Sleepy Hallow & Double G) - Single by Sheff G
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Sheff G
Sheff G
Künstler:in
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Double G
Double G
Songwriter:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Moving, Moving Gang
Shooter Shooter
Shooter Gang
That's my gang
[Verse 2]
It's just me and my weapon
Big chops, gon' fold 'em up
First roll 'em up, no question
Four deep in the Tahoe
Four, five choppers
Trey gang spin through blockos
They don't like it
I know they don't like it
I do it for my **** and I do it for my hitters
Couple **** thats with me, they with it, they my killers
Young **** from the bank blocks
Big crips go on trips get cash outta trap spots
Money come in, money come in, feel like I hit the jackpot
I was home alone, Macaulay Culkin
Grabbed the .40, started dumpin'
Gotta finesse, play my music, they be bumpin'
I turn nothing into something
Settle for less? No, I can not
I just be travelin' and moving a lot
Don't fuck with **** who talk to the cops
Slide on my ground and we off with your top
Can't trust these bitches they setting the drop
[Verse 3]
They junkin', they laggin' like wifi
K in the four-door, that my guy
Pull up, we change the scenario
Get the drop if you want, but let's tear it up
I just remove all the powerful material
I mask up, get the bucket
Fuck a discussion
Search out the block and take care of them
All my hitters go stupid
No pick and choosing
Bitches involved gettin' wet with them
Double G got the Ruger
Run up and bruise them
Boom boom
[Verse 4]
I was broke, I got my cheddar up
Bitches get shot
Just called Kima to wet her up
Glock with a stick, ain't no lettin' up
Hallows go straight to McQueens and they blend them up
Spinnin' they block in a Tesla
See they woolie, now she wanna get next to us
Where I'm from we keep the weapon tucked
Keep your mouth close 'cause we killing the messenger
[Verse 5]
Moving Gang let them Rugers hang
If you talking tough we leave them stuck
I just chase me a check, ain't no checking me
I'm on the corner, you watch like a ref
****, they plot on me, no, ain't no stopping me
Play with that money, Monopoly
Take the work, I get to cash in
Puma fit for the fashion
Sheff gon' attack them
[Verse 6]
Pop his ass like a Xan
Double G got the plan
Plus I got the bands
**** flexin' for the 'Gram
Desert Eagle won't jam
Hit him and his mans
Run that rookie, yeah, he ran
Gang hot, need a fan
Shooting out the van (Skrrrt)
Shawty, I just want the top
I don't even wanna fuck
Just pass her to my man
Hit him up watch him drop
Speeding, runnin' from the cops
Never gon' stop
Hit him up, he yellin' stop
Double G, 83, call me Two Glocks
And he fucking with the opps
**** think this shit is cool until you get shot
Stupid, I'm the real one
Flexing, think this shit is sweet until you get got
[Verse 7]
Hit him up, **** duck
Free my gang Winna, till they send us up
Free Money, free Fresh, free my guys
All my guys, never gon' stretch
Please don't panic
Shots starts bammin'
Don't know shit, start dashin'
Anything started, I'm finishin'
**** be shooters, but never be hitting shit
Said they caught me lacking
But ain't nothing happened
Had them **** running like Rick
Ain't nobody got me, **** tryna get me
So I gotta stay with my grip
All that talking talkin', talkin', we gon get to sparkin'
Tell the opps get off my dick
If you really with it, I can really give it
I just gotta get on my shit
[Verse 8]
They know that we do it better
They know that we did it first
They know that we do it worst
Used to carry trey-pounds every time in my shawty purse
But tell them ain't no fucking truce
That's why we the reason why y'all **** hatin'
Only tough behind the booth
I could never relate
Fakin' while I would just step on the jets
Smashing the gas up, skrrrt on the back ups
Speed in the stoley, we brag about it
We drift on the boy just to laugh about it
Run up we bust up the cab and we steady attacking
Them **** be sad about it
We getting money, they mad about it
They talk on the law, they do not want war
We hittin' these opps, but don't brag about it
I'm kicking the doors, your bitch in the score
Trap out the spot, keep a happy wallet
[Verse 9]
So why they watching, tryna see my pockets
Hit 'em up until we see em dropping
Don't play with ****, get to sprayin ****
**** talk a lot, but never be about it
Written by: Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow, Double G

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