Panic (feat. Sleepy hallow & Double G) - Sheff G

Great John on the beat by the way Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Move it, move it gang Shooter, shooter, that shooter gang Gang, gang, gang You wanna drip in designer I'm with some shit that's way more finer Lookin' for me I'm higher I'm with the gang, that's way more choppers Clip full of them piranhas Bullets buying you ain't make it to mama Shoot a gang with the drama Fuck it up and then we split commas I be focused on the check Niggas really cannot compete with me Short used to come flex a lot and now she wanna meet the D Run up the G's with me But please don't run up, you can meet the piece Shoot up this beef with me So please don't come unless it's peace with me Call my brothers that come ridin' with me Everybody sendin' with me Couples I'm fine without them, they'd rather be with me Shorty move to here, she got a nigga, but she'd rather be with me No, she'd rather be with me, no she'd rather be with the G Love will show you designers love it When she don't bring no panties (nope) She know I keep it Niggas steady watchin' they don't understand me Shorty in love with the gang My shooters come in handy, uh No I ain't playin' them games Hit the pressure breaker with the family No I ain't sayin' no names, niggas tellin' we just keep it manly You remember You the one playin' them games and shorty you shoulda never I know they remember They gonna remember our name forever, we do it better Long as they remember Long as they remember our name forever We do it better You wanna drip in designer I'm with some shit that's way more finer Lookin' for me I'm higher I'm with the gang, that's way more choppers Clip full of them piranhas Bullets buying you ain't make it to mama Shoot a gang with the drama Fuck it up and then we split commas You wanna drip in designer I'm with some shit that's way more finer Lookin' for me I'm higher I'm with the gang, that's way more choppers Clip full of them piranhas Bullets buying you ain't make it to mama Shoot a gang with the drama Fuck it up and then we split commas Fuck it up then we splittin' them commas Shit, lit be honest, you don't really wanna make this a problem Shoot, shit, count hundreds Money comin' I can see it I want it Take my brothers on a trip to Bahamas Remember nights we used to trap out the Honda We had some up and downs like a llama We made you hot like a sauna and shit All of them feelings we handling it, a couple nights Oh you wanna drip in designer Is you with the gang, gang, gang, gang Throw up your symbols and problems 'Cause we on the same thing, same thing You wanna drip in designer I'm with some shit that's way more finer Lookin' for me I'm higher I'm with the gang, that's way more choppers Clip full of them piranhas Bullets buying you ain't make it to mama Shoot a gang with the drama Fuck it up and then we split commas You wanna drip in designer I'm with some shit that's way more finer Lookin' for me I'm higher I'm with the gang, that's way more choppers Clip full of them piranhas Bullets buying you ain't make it to mama Shoot a gang with the drama Fuck it up and then we split commas Fuck it up then we splittin' them commas (Shit), lit be honest, (honest) Fuck it up then we splittin' them commas (Shit), lit be honest, (honest) Fuck it up then we splittin' them commas (Shit), lit be honest, (honest) Fuck it up then we splittin' them commas (Shit), lit be honest, (honest) Move it, move it gang Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Move it, move it gang Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Great John on the beat by the way) Look, all my life Remember prayin' just to make it home again all my life Pile the money just to spend it all again all my life Focused up on watchin' who I call a friend 'Cause they vouchin' for the end of me Why they vouchin' for the end of my life? Most my brothers still ain't home Missin' them crazy, still in them cages Remember the days I wasn't home Chasin' the money, I wasn't patient Bullets pingin', made it home Should be a blessing, I say my graces The streets will leave you all alone Hug on your loved one, is bound to take them Still we on the back block shittin' And we on the back blocks sinnin' Don't care if you're close friends with him You sharin' the sandbox with him 'Cause ain't no buck, buck, gang .40 shot Gang buckin' out two Oh, you don't understand slang Means the 20 shot share from out two Trust no nigga, I don't trust nobody Ain't a killer, you ain't shot nobody Tell me how you drillin', you ain't got no bodies Man, you can call us culkins Up on the block along with the ten Man, you can call us Culkins The pushin', the stuffin', collectin' the bread Man, you can call us Culkins This shit is new to you, what it might do to you Them niggas worried, look .40 so beautiful, can't wait to shoot at you Does she wanna get dicked down, that's her business Trey got a way, gotta spring it Look, but not to mention They know we don't give a fuck 'bout no consequences Too many nights when I had to fight What can they tell me about the trenches? Almost lost my senses So if my name's ever mentioned, just Tell the judge, send a sentence, 'cause Ain't no tellin' where I'm from Tell 'em where I'm from, niggas learn their lessons Bro, keep that shh Keep that strap and watch your back, they plannin' Closed caskets Ain't no relaxin', tax 'em, pay that pension, look I put my trust in my brothers, nobody else We ain't trustin' nobody else And I gave my heart to my bitch and nobody else Don't got shit for nobody else Well look how we started some shit with nobody help Never needed nobody help Remember prayin' just to make it home again all my life Pile the money just to spend it all again all my life Focused up on watchin' who I call a friend 'Cause they vouchin' for the end of me Why they vouchin' for the end of my life?

(Great John on the beat, by the way) Ain't takin' no days off (ain't takin' no days off) Look Swear, I used to wait for (wait for) Uh, run through them hundreds a day, what we used to pray for (pray for) I know they mad that I changed, ain't whippin' the same sauce (same sauce) I know they mad that I changed, ain't makin' the same cause Ain't takin' no days off, look We would just post on that block every day Need work? I can get you some, yay My lil' bro be sprayin', he aim for your face Got caught, he ain't tell on the gang I know it's some things we did that we shouldn't have, but you wasn't there for us I feel like nobody care for us (I feel like nobody care for us) I feel like doin' a check, I want that big bag, nothin' less Know I let that chopp' blast, ain't no threat If he ain't dead, then he gotta be blessed Money callin', know it's time to collect You broke boy, you ain't movin' correct Flew to Cali' and I met the connect The threes told me where they get it the best Rollin' deep, I came with the set The block love me, said I ain't like the rest Ain't no problem, we gettin' them wet The opps hate me, say I'm leavin' a mess Your lil' bitch know my niggas up next (my niggas up next) So she droppin' her dress I hit a lick and they lookin' impressed Look, Mr. Jug and Finnesse Swear, I used to wait for (wait for) Uh, run through them hundreds a day, what we used to pray for (pray for) I know they mad that I changed, ain't whippin' the same sauce (same sauce) I know they mad that I changed, ain't makin' the same calls Ain't takin' no days off, look Swear, I used to wait for (wait for) Uh, run through them hundreds a day, what we used to pray for (pray for) I know they mad that I changed, ain't whippin' the same sauce (same sauce) I know they mad that I changed, ain't makin' the same calls Ain't takin' no days off, look Bitch, I got them bands on me, huh Way before Instagram had them 'Grams on me Shit wasn't playin' for me Might do a bid Sleepy gon' hold it down for me Gotta, gotta get it You know, us put the ill in the drillin' Play your role, if he switch, we forget him Don't play with you niggas, this shit ain't no scrimmage They know we all gas, but it still get you parked (parked) Uh, it get lit after dark The tools on me, bitch, I feel big like I'm up Uh, ain't no answer, don't start with us Niggas hatin', but they copy us (copy us) why they watchin' us? Tellin', tellin', what you cappin' for? (Cappin' for) what you coppin' for? Swear, I used to wait for (cappin' for) Uh, run through the hundreds a day what we used to pray for (pray for) I know they mad that I changed, ain't whippin' the same sauce (same sauce) I know they mad that I changed, ain't makin' the same calls Ain't takin' no days off, look Swear, I used to wait for (wait for) Uh, run through the hundreds a day what we used to pray for (pray for) I know they mad that I changed, ain't whippin' the same sauce (same sauce) I know they mad that I changed, ain't makin' the same calls Ain't takin' no days off, look