Panic, Pt. 3

This is a Melo beat

What you know about sitting the traps?
Matter of fact, what you know about sleeping in 'em?
Got weed, got crack and demons in it
Can't talk, my 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

Don't let the bread stop just send me some dead opps
Know the gang still up on that sly shit
We don't talk all we know is fly shit
Boy, you bugging think you thugging my clique
It ain't nothing, stuffing corn in my clip like, stupid
T2MB be with the team if you opping I'm booming
Moving, look, don't got no brakes when I skate on the cops I be moving

Pull up gray flag
Left out the house with no breakfast
Smoking 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 moving with 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!"
40 baby beam, smoke him like a wet machine
Ever watch him scream stuck up and then
I'm squeezing then walkin' right off the scene

And all my niggas do is blitzos
Kick those, spinning 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 face, no case, ain't no mistakes
Play big hollow tips gon' change his way
Car getaway, no Sheff don't play no games

Look, what you know about keeping the strap?
Matter fact, what you know about feeding clips in
Got cops outside, still creep out windows
Send shots, they like "Still tugging, chilling, look"

I'm a hunnid man, damn, hunnid bands, only problem be rubber bands
Pray that 40 don't jam
When I square it got me hitting 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 jumping we
Stripe through the scene in a four-door
Blitz again for the night, that's for bro, bro
Bend through your block with the beam, know the promo

Look
Never solo, I'm with gang and we gang and that 30 held up by the Polo's
Never low though
Always ask "Stupid bitch, why you always try fuck up my mojo?"
Can't get locked 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 cracking your toppo

What you know about flipping the pack?
Matter fact, what you know about staking scheming
Parked up all night call that faithful demons
Masked up, grips out, paper chasing dreaming 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 tee

Moving, moving gang (moving gang)
Shoota, shoota, that's shoota gang (shoota gang, gang, gang) gang, gang
Moving, moving gang (moving gang gang gang)
Shoota gang