Don't Panic

Attention, attention (Attention, attention, nigga) This is a fucking Boroside production (Borosides) LR, Eli, Jay Brill Said I gotta do it These niggas tell lies, and they cap in music If he throw up the 2, then we gotta boom him If we spin through the C, then we making movies And we roll up that Quill when we spinning I ain't asking the lord for forgiveness For all of the sins I committed And that dad hat be tact, when we bending And these niggas can't cross Atlantic Hop out the V, that's gon' make 'em panic If I reverse the V, then we watch him vanish And I'm 59 PT, better understand it If he say he C-block, then that .40 dancing If I ride through that Lot I leave, no one standing And I walk in the spot and scream Whoopty (Whoopty!) Throw up the Hat and salute me or shoot me Tired of the politickin' Said my name on a track, is you really spinnin'? I put on for my Hat, call me Skottie Brimmin' I told boy not to lack now his time is ticking like, Gang Glizzy take a nigga out his Glo' Ain't no fear in my heart and that's on bro Head tap, if he Jacking HMO Too tact, if he speak on bro he go PrimeTime, yeah I scream Geronimo Tryna catch a petey, that's a situation Big dope to the face, like we straight Jamaicans Pop-out on the stains, and I tell her shake it I'm loving his chain, so I gotta take it Kbrim told me chill cause I gotta make it He sitting at home, what's his occupation Nigga not tryna make him no bread On point when I head to my destination But I gotta keep 1 in the head Ain't no Ciggy Black, but I'm paper chasing I tell Leek boy, "don't aim for his leg" Gotta let 'em know Revolver do circles, he mention bro I call Benzo too tact, he already know Jay Aston BOROsides PT SG, and I'm nothing more Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead!) Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool Tuck that, can't leave the cannon Fuck peace, we give 'em damage Flock 3, cut up Atlantic Jump in the foreign we out (Skrrt, Skrrt!) Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground Rule number 1: Don't panic (Don't Panic) Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool Tuck that, can't leave the cannon Fuck peace, we give 'em damage Flock 3, cut up Atlantic Jump in the foreign we out Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground Perky got me in a mood, I'm swerving I'm sturdy, get in my way you get murdered Blood stepping, we be dripping for certain Maybach, close the curtains I'm sleepy, and shawty keep begging to meet me You thinking she yours, she thinking she mine Put dick in her spine, I'm leaving Move tact, niggas pussy, every second they looking like, "Who that?" We up that weapon on 'em, put the pressure on 'em No chance to shoot back Hunnind stuffed in the pants, the blue pack You broke I don't know who you fooling And we put that boy face on a T-shirt, niggas mad we cooling Boomed 'em Pick 'em up, kids on her face make her lick it up Think we done made niggas sick of us We pull-up and they run like they in a rush Said they spinning what? Never Cindoe got it, he bring it wherever Make it litty no matter the weather Bro as soon as he lack, Get 'em Shell 'em New pack, step in a spot, nigga, move back Hol' on, don't get your boo clapped Brody itching to shoot like a new tat I don't even gotta talk much, niggas know what's up, and what's what Now we gon' have a little fun, pour the jenny in the cup They fucked up Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead) Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool Tuck that, can't leave the cannon Fuck peace, we give 'em damage Flock 3, cut up Atlantic Jump in the foreign we out (Skrrt, Skrrt!) Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground Rule number 1: Don't panic (Don't Panic) Rule number 2: Gotta keep a tool Tuck that, can't leave the cannon Fuck peace, we give 'em damage Flock 3, cut up Atlantic Jump in the foreign we out Victim, I catch a victim, put 'em to sleep in the ground (Fuck they talkin' 'bout?) Don't panic, lil' nigga, don't make a sound We got choppas, and knockers, don't fuck around Innocent, witnesses, gettin' clowned Can't tell what you saw, 'cause you in the clouds .38 feenin', to peel a cap I be smoking on niggas, my hitters clap Manny a demon when he attack So I fuck with my niggas who really Hat I don't fuck with no Choo, I don't fuck with Woo I don't fuck with nobody I never knew (I never knew that Nigga) I'ma pull-up on niggas like "Who Is who?" If he upping that 2, then he get removed Keep talking on Rich Runts I'ma roll me a Snizz blunt, while I'm getting my dick sucked Niggas will run, when I pull out this big gun Won't leave 'til I hit one like I'm EBK! These niggas is pussy, don't follow nobody, I lead the way He was in the way RJ got shot on his block, and we sent him to Interfaith It was DOA Dizzle got hit up on Patchen, ain't make it to see the day Screaming "Free the Gang!" You spoke on my niggas, I pull-up on niggas, and bring the pain Rule number 1: Don't panic (dickhead!)