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HL8 - Panic 2 lyrics

Artist: HL8

album: Panic 2


Shooter gang, moving gang, shooter
Moving gang, shooter gang, moving gang, shooter gang
Moving gang, shooter gang, moving gang, shooter gang
Whole gang got knocked free bro
Send shots in the, in the spots, niggas give no fucks
Who block, don't do friends they with you they can get shot
We just do it for the, we just do it for the cash bitch
Know that my niggas ain't average
Gotta, gotta stay where it's at
You ain't from here, come here guaranteed you get clapped
We trap for the better bitch, for the gang get yo' whole block wet up
Still Puma fits for the set up, no change, no gang, no let up
Bitch I keep a pole, who that no
I cannot fuck with no rat, rat
Strap for the lack and we moving so tack
Hit that boy up, better pack a strap
Run up on who? No not us
Fuck that, you gon' get left in the dust
Don't talk, don't argue, straight
In the night don't walk too sus, lil' bro keep pole
Bet, new opp, let's go
We hit him if he move hot
We shoot, they call cops
On the block all day it was cruelty
Running from truancy, this shit ain't new to me
My nigga do this shit back to back it
Flip on your block like a dirty mattress
Trap out the spot, keep the money packing
Gang, gang
Get to the breach
I am not wasting no time with the treesh
You gotta cuff by that bitch on a leash
Don't wanna talk to that bitch on her knees, gang
You know the gang how we give it up
Hollows they hit him and rip him up
Paramedics, pick him up
Gang, gang, gang
Is you sucking or not?
Don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout the guap
I make a call, yellow tape on your block
I got a stick, try to duck, you get shot
Boom, boom, boom
Watch him twirl when he drop
Fifty shots in the Glock
Now he running from shots
We do not fuck with the opposition
Load up the Glocks, unlimited shots
Hit that boy up when his momma wit' him
She yellin' "Stop" but his body drop
King's County got another victim
You should've listened
Gang, gang, gang, gang
She gonna fuck with gang
She fell in love with the Treys
She told me I gotta change
But I'm just stuck in my ways
Heard niggas chatting 'bout that, two, three shots that's me
Wonder why I hear talk 'bout that white chalk
Like who send shots that's we, who bend blocks like us
Get it to bow, man down
Father forgive me, I'm sinning, I'm striking the fifth in hand
Like I'm in war, it's for killing him
Packs that I flip, we be yes I'm delivering
Run up, what's your plan, who got quicker hands?
Watch we bust the car right when you jump out
When I know your mans, homie blink he jam
'Cause I got something for him soon as he jump out
He ain't screaming out yo bro shit
Hollow tips echo YOLO, YOLO
How much time should I fumble with grips?
Bodies bounce hit the floor like a Pogo, yo-yo
All get touched, name one, save one, everyone duck when the thing go
Tough man get crunched, know that I stay clutched
We ain't talking 'bout trunks when the mac go
Heard they spinning through, can't wait to get to you
Choppers hit noggins will switch up your attitude
Keep the Smith wit' me, bullets rip anything
Please don't let mommy or poppa get hit or two
So let me know, let me know, who got what nigga, who shot what
Gotta tell them though, get the dough
Niggas slip, get hit, boy chop or drop
Talking out they mouth
Gang do walk ups
Double G bliss see who talking now, look who saucin' now
Keep new fits and I keep full grip for the wildin' out
Steady hating, I can't understand them
She went there and bought some, soon as you brand them
Remember nights, I'm risking all my chances
Who blow what, we switching up the
I keep a Glock for the snakes
Niggas be tucking, your shooters be bluffing
They talk but they watch what they say
Sheff will pick out the drop where you stay
Forty spark on the ground where he lay
I'ma blessed, big crip to grip
In the spot we gon' spazz out,cash out
I'ma show you what that cash 'bout
Money coming, I'ma cash cow

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