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

Great John on the beat by the way Look Oh, I heard you with the drillin' Twistin' up them figures, word to who? Huh (who?) Different cities up in different cities What it really care to hit the news, huh Gang keep the Glocks all up in the landin' Show some respect or bop, mission, huh Shooters all up in the sprinters We got them shooters all up in the sprinters Tryna coolax I'm just tryna relax But he stare at me funny, it's blurt bah Still on probation and I got some homies who Not comin' home that ain't scared to go back Still with that (shooter gang) Still, with that drop him and never look back Squeeze on that trigger when I hear him screamin' while runnin' I know that he soon to collapse Don't want no forgiveness 'Cause I'm with some demons who skin you While out tryna eat you, no homo I'm beastin', huh Clappin' or scammin' I'm choppin' your cheese like a sandwich They cryin', we laughin', huh Doin' my dance I hit him, I'm doin' my dance I run like the wind, huh Bitches get shot with they man Yeah, you and your friends I'm sorry, you with them or gang? Oh, these niggas drillin' now? (drillin' now) Huh, I know they can't stand me I sit 'em down You could die with your blicky out (blicky out) Send a message tell your momma her son a clown I got hit I ain't sit around, we could talk about it Punch a opp if I walk without it Keep a whole bunch of hitters 'round White chalk about it, we gon' do it don't talk about it They like "Sleepy gotta chill", uh Bitch I gotta move ain't no stayin' still Sleepy, what's the deal? Look, you ain't gotta ask you know Sleepy will Go in for the kill, what Mean muggin', hoodied up, I got the steel, cuzzo got the pack Look, homie got the crills I was trappin' fell in love with doin' drills, uh Calm, cool chill 'til you see us buggin', get to know the real Whole lot of caps gettin' peeled Federalés tried to make a nigga squeal but I'ma make bail Hit the block, and then we back up in the field (gang) You the type to tell a whole tale (shooter gang) You the type to give 'em more shells Gorillas movin' know we givin' hell (boom) Sinnin' up no we can't tell (Falayoo, Falayoo) Free the felons sittin' in the cells From the struggle ain't believe in wells Sendin' headshots we ain't doin' legs Lookin' close makin' sure he dead (boom, boom, boom) Got metal bullets I don't play with lead, (glttt) Fross back, movin' real tac', bitch Love skinny hoes, no fat bitch (no fat) Whippin' on the stove, the trap flip (get trap) TD on goes, you active (it's active) Internet beef get you clapped quick (get clapped) Love groupie hoes, they nasty (they nasty) 'Tron to the dome, get ratchet (get rachet) Get up in your Zoe, get active If you think it's hot today, (boom) Wait 'til you meet the heater (that heater) That shit turn to Jeepers Creepers (that creeper) At night, I'ma different demon (that de) My duffel is tucked away (it's tucked) 40 aim in so we could G him Dead niggas we used to see 'em Lil Babies just suck the semen (Falayoo)