Panic, Pt. 4 (feat. Sleepy Hallow & Eli Fross) - Sheff G

Great John on the beat by the way Uhh hu ahh Uhh huh-hu ahh Uhh hu ahh (uh-uh) Hey(grahh) Hey, hey Uhh hu ahh Uhh huh-hu ahh (uh) Uhh hu ahh I remember days that I was down I had to get up Been watching all these niggas got they wins I got my shit up I ain't never folded, never snitching, never bitched up And anytime I'm walking down that strip I got my chin up Better keep that shit tucked 'Cause nigga they will brush you And you will catch me trusting None of these hoes 'cause they don't love you I had to go and take a couple L's before the W And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to fuck you School makе me a uniform but trynna change my ways I end up gеtting kicked out cause they saying I'm in a gang Coach want me to stay on board but that wasn't my ways I had none to lose I'll take you to the grave I'll send you to the grave I'll send you to that pavement A nigga came from dirt and my neck look like a glacier 'Member she was stuntin now she on me like a laser But I'm a paybook chaser, ladies come in favor Free up all my brothers missing Christmas cause they locked in Ain't no point in selling bread on New Years cause they boxed in Before I started balling I would always get some shots in (pow, pow) I'm talking glock 10's while I'm riding round with my shooters Talking out your mouth they finna do ya Shawty she a baddie finna scoop up Might fuck her in the back of that uber, Ayy We gon' crash out, henny got me litty she gon tap out If I fly into my city I might cash out But you won't catch me loving on no bitch I remember days that I was down I had to get up Been watching all this niggas got they wins I got my shit up I ain't never folded, never snitching, never bitched up And anytime I'm walking down that strip I got my chin up Better keep that shit tucked 'Cause nigga they will brush you And you won't catch me trusting none of these hoes 'Cause they don't love you I had to go and take a couple L's before the W And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to fuck you Making plays call it huddle Like when you're by yourself I bet them tears could make a puddle I told you be yourself don't give a fuck if they gon' judge you They say I'm way too humble I'm just trying not to fumble Swear momma used to hate me she said boy you none but trouble I grew up in the jungle I can shoot and I could tussle If I don't really love her she couldn't pay me to cuddle And I done took some L's but I ain't trip that shit was subtle Like once I get that call up Imma go in She want love I'm talking deeper than the ocean I still keep a Glock I'll still a throw shit You can't say you love me gotta show it I remember days that I was down I had to get up Been watching all these niggas got they wins I got my shit up I ain't never folded, never snitching, never bitched up And anytime I'm walking down that strip I got my chin up Better keep that shit tucked 'Cause nigga they will brush you And you won't catch me trusting none of these hoes 'Cause they don't love you I had to go and take a couple L's before the W And girl you gotta know your worth if you want me to fuck you If you want me to fuck you If you want me to fuck you

Woah, woah, woah Hah (Great John on the beat, by the way, brrt, bah, bah, bah) This bitch wild on my dick, she too freaky, huh In her ribs, I'm too deep When we spin on our opps, got two V's, huh (two V's) Or we walkin' 'em two deep (huh, huh) If that bitch got the kick, I need a piece, huh (I need it) I be wylin' in her cheeks Know they see me in the hood, I'm a OG, huh I get respect if you know me And I know that you see I'm gettin' bigger (gettin' bigger) I start gettin' moody off the liquor (I get moody) Like the artist I am, I paint the picture (huh) Me and the foreign money thicker And you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (bah, bah, bah, bah) Yeah, you know I'm a star, could call me Dipper (boom, yeah, yeah, Fross, bitch) Niggas know me and Fross back on the shit, huh (ha) Ridin' 'round with a grip You could get shot, lil' boy, dismissed, huh (huh) Got me back on my shit (doot, doot) Met a lil' bad bitch, bitch look thick, huh (she bad) Pop a Perc' when I hit And she can have it, she the shit, huh (uh) When they see her, they pissed I been just livin' my life, been doin' my thing Nobody can't tell me shit (nothin') Please don't call my line, don't hit my phone If you ain't talkin' 'bout them bricks (don't call) You can't spin my block, can't spin my sign 'Cause I will dump out that clip Told that bitch, "Hold on, don't take off clothes, I only need them lips" You bringin' out all the savagery (boom) Bodies droppin', soldiers passin' me (grrah) Blunts are rollin', gas surroundin' me While freaky bitches booty bounce on me (boom, boom, boom) You say you love me, why you cappin' me? (huh) We could fuck, just don't attach to me Only fuckin' baddies on the scene All them other bitches wack to me Like, bitch, I'm a G.O.A.T., uh G-O-A-T, y'all already muhfuckin' know, uh Eli F-R-O-S-S is a god (grrt, bah), nobody can clone, uh Hol' on, uh, huh Hol' on, uh, huh Hol' on, uh, look, uh, look, huh No chill, niggas ain't been up in no field Shoot like I'm Kobe, no O'Neal That mean you catchin' bullets like Odell Beckham, uh Ain't no Nike, I check 'em, uh Tell my dawgy, "Go get 'em," uh Water park how I wet 'em Like a hunnid K in these denims They like, "Cuz Crip, how you read 'em?" Watch the blood drip when we catch 'em We don't send texts, bring the TECs in Need a hunnid bottles in my section Send threats? You better flex then 'Cause this chopper answer all my questions (questions), uh, yeah We ain't fuckin', she could gimme neck then, uh, yeah Think she mad I left her for her best friend, uh, huh, yeah He the G.O.A.T., you could never touch him, uh, huh, yeah