Don't Panic (Stk)

Yeah, sick, bleed
Shoot with a K, Shoot with a K
Shoot with a K, Shoot with a K
Blood on his face, Blam his face
Blam his face, Blam his face

Hoodrat nigga watching where the fuck you bout to steppin' at
Bullet hoes they running deep like my shit where the sinners at
We really fucking shiesty but no pooh we banging blood in back
I could give a fuck about you niggas, niggas full of rats
Straight from the trenches, had this shit I'm coming up
I had to dirty up my cup so I can feel it when I fuck
These bitches sucking on nuts, I had to put the shotti up
And tell these niggas what the fuck, these niggas quacking like some ducks
Black the nigga eye cause he was talking up in tough
Buffy the body go thottie, shoot at my niggas gon' rob ya
Make yo fucking year I damn near made it in a month
Laugh at these niggas go get em', laugh at these niggas go spit em'
Crosses on my neck, but I'm still hanging with the demons
Bad a bitch a pint of lean, and now she fiending for some more
I got this Lil Choppa on go, yeah this shit gon blow
Yeah this shit gon' pop niggas, yeah this shit gon' drop niggas
Drop, drop
Drop, drop
Drop, drop
Drop, drop
Who the fuck these niggas thinking they all is the shit
Bitch I'm baby flacko with odd nigga on our sinner shit

Shoot with a K, Shoot with a K
Shoot with a K, Shoot with a K
Blood on his face, Blam his face
Blam his face, Blam his face

Creepin down the motherfucking street I catch a case
These bodys always piling up I see em' in my face
Got bout 1, 2, 3, 4
Flying at ya ace, yeah they tiptoe big pole
But nigga we gon spray
And we sleep when we dead, oh God I'm working hard for this
I bought my bitch the baddest bitch, and now they tongue kissing my neck
And me and flacko with a tec, and niggas goofy on the net
Niggas dying because of you, but feeling fine without my ex

Shoot with a K, Shoot with a K
Shoot with a K, Shoot with a K
Blood on his face, Blam his face
Blam his face, Blam his face