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Don't Panic
3123
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Don't Panic został wydany 29 lipca 2022 przez Blac Noize! jako część albumu Rage
album cover
AlbumRage
Data wydania29 lipca 2022
WytwórniaBlac Noize!
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM95

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jdot Breezy
Jdot Breezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacourey Rivers
Jacourey Rivers
Songwriter
Jack Richard Thierer p/k/a Yakree
Jack Richard Thierer p/k/a Yakree
Composer
Jack Richard Thierer
Jack Richard Thierer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yakree
Yakree
Producer

Tekst Utworu

(Thanks Yakree)
Look, this how I'm goin we gon' send a bait car, Tell him slide past the block a **** Audi getting shot
Got these dracos in the car, boy this shit finna get hot
I feel bad for who we catch cause we comin wit' alot (boom, boom, boom)
Cased closed, K holes all through a **** top (Bitch)
Boy we heard about that trapper, made a **** close shop
Get up on a **** quick, he ain't see me leave the car
**** know that speed kill, can't hit em feet and that's a dot
Boy that drac' sound like thunder, told the driver don't panic I'm finna swing this fuckin door, when I get back be ready
Blame himself for his death, that opp shit, he said it
**** know we gon' step, come through, we ready (Bitch)
Big chop, Big funds, these Glocks got drums
He lack, We shot, Man down, They run
Shoot a **** in his back and clip his muhfuckin' lung
If you a muhfuckin' rat you need to cut your damn tounge
I think a opp talkin' to me, I got ~egh~ in my lung
Told that opp stay off that block, He still went, that **** dumb (Stupid)
Still gon' suck it till she can't no more and make a **** cum
That weren't shit, bro sent that hollow tip and stuck him like some gum
Imma rock out bout' my brother bitch **** what you want do? (Woo)
Why the fuck that **** dissing, boy he ran up on you
You, you see me all black runnin' down, is you gon' shoot?
I could hit a **** from a distance if I want to
But nah, I prefer close range, **** say he caught me lackin', next day got stained (Dumbass)
We don't do no fuckin' drive by's, boy its finna rain
Imma get first ups, bitch I'm finna go insane
Imma make a **** die for sayin my brother name in vain
Rap cappin bout' them hats, man that **** ass lame (Pussy)
Get yo ass taxed, it ain't no running I got aim (Busta)
You fuck him and yo muhfuckin' gang (Fuck it)
**** getting stepped on, eeny meeny miny moe
Spot a opp and grab the Glock and let that muhfucka' blow
Now that lead flyin, I see dead bodies on the floor
Coroners pick him up, that **** eye ball on a roll
Huh, now you miss your mans, **** you can't get him back
**** take my brother, we gon' slide through and get em back
**** they be hoes, like some pussy, we gon' get em whacked
Smoking on this cookie, I'm on brooklyn, where you **** at?
Raloway shit ****
**** know how we fucking rocking man
Long live the guys, Long Live Lil JohnJohn, man
Long live Luh Leeke man, **** know how we fuckin' rockin' man, Long Live Ralo, Long Live all the guys ****
Fuck a ****, you speak down on the gang, **** you gon' get hit wit' that gang **** and that's on the set
You know I be fuckin' rockin' man, I ain't gotta, yuh, huh
Gang shit ****
Written by: Jack Richard Thierer p/k/a Yakree, Jacourey Rivers
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