CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : PANIC
Yozora
When we see you, ain't showin' remorse (At all)
We gon' creep real slow, don't force (Uh-huh)
Cut through the back, we gon' spark up they P's (Grrah)
It's gon' be a man down, start a war
Said the shooter was dressed in all black, then he vanished
And the victims who fightin' got landed
He took the shot through the crowd, that's when sh*t had got wild
When I up it I swear they gon' panic, run down
I'ma wake up the block with these gun sounds (Grrah-grrah)
He was smokin' the dead, but he Runtz now
Dropped if he ocky, whats up? Now weigh' four pounds
Dummy move wock, catch a shot to the face
.38 special, ain't lеavin' no trace
Big DBO, b*t*h we pavin' the wavе
Talk hot, get dropped, leave his brains where he lay
Like, how could you n***as talk down on my gang? (Like, how?) Like, Bari, go spill out and bang
Like, I got the drop where them lil' n***as hang (Uh-huh)
Three poles, three deep, lets go make it rain (Flock that)
If you ask for this chop, better flock it
He was lackin', he caught two to the noggin
He ain't see sh*t, all he heard was the knockin'
Then my shooter yelled out like, "We got 'em!"
Told my Dubby to pa** me the .80
Think I spot me a opp right there (Right there)
Off the flock, and I'm tryna throw Tracy
Boy tried to run, he got dropped right there (Don't run)
Brodie told me he just got a new strap (Uh-huh)
Let's go make us a new pack (What?)
We'll take a trip to they side
Who go the drop where they group at?
They never shoot back
My n***a's ain't hard to find (At all)
Keep a pole 'cause these streets get deadly
And these b*t*hes be the line, so I dont treat 'em friendly
Clutchin' this chrome like, "I can't let 'em get me"
N***as know l won't fold, I'ma shoot 'til its empty (Grrah)
"N***a, how much you threw?" Just know I gave 'em plenty
F**k a pole, he get beat when I'm off of the Henny
All these opp's in my spliff got me feelin' so deady (Grrah)
B*t*h, we them n***as who shootin' out rennies
F**k a pole, he get beat when I'm off of the Henny
Grrt, grrt, boom-boom
B*t*h we them n***as who shootin' out rennies
If I don't got the Renny or Revel
Slide on a bike, throw a shot every pedal (Every pedal)
If he hidin' ya friend, I get next to
Only got one up on me if I let you
Keep clickin', click, won't stop (Keep clickin')
First O we catch, he get put in a box (Baow, baow)
Keep clickin', click, won't stop
Heard it's a cookout, so we sendin' shots (Pu**y)
We don't f**k wit' no OY's or Jiggy's
We could link up wit' our chops and get busy (OYK)
We get muddy, no, we don't get tipsy
Got a baddie to line 'em, she shake it like Nicki (Shake it like what?)
Got a .22, don't f**k wit' no Blixky's (What?)
Hang out the window like, I'm shootin' Ricky (Baow, baow)
And I'm spinnin', lookin' for my target (Like)
Smokin' on Matt, sh*t, hittin' the hardest (Hardst)
He get shot if he on River Park sh*t
Spin through the Towers like, ''I'm tryna spark sh*t"
And my demons slide up in the darkness
Slide wit' 'em, coming like, "Flocka, you heartless"
Won't lack, gotta keep me a sitchy
I'm outside with my gun and my gang (Dummy)
Big drum and the Glock hold 50
When I slide through, boy, I don't gotta aim (Grrah)
I'ma shoot, I'ma click, I'ma flame
Talk tough on the net, when I see you
That energy wasn't the same (At all)
N***as say they doin' this and doin' that
But ain't never gon' let off a shot for they gang (Like, how?)
When we see you, ain't showin' remorse (At all)
We gon' creep real slow, don't force (Uh-huh)
Cut through the back, we gon' spark up they P's (Grrah)
It's gon' be a man down, start a war
Said the shooter was dressed in all black, then he vanished
And the victims who fightin' got landed
He took the shot through the crowd, that's when sh*t had got wild
When I up it I swear they gon' panic, run down
I'ma wake up the block with these gun sounds (Grrah-grrah)
He was smokin' the dead, but he Runtz now
Dropped if he ocky, whats up? Now weigh' four pounds
Dummy move wock, catch a shot to the face
.38 special, ain't lеavin' no trace
Big DBO, b*t*h we pavin' the wavе
Talk hot, get dropped, leave his brains where he lay
Like, how could you n***as talk down on my gang? (Like, how?) Like, Bari, go spill out and bang
Like, I got the drop where them lil' n***as hang (Uh-huh)
Three poles, three deep, lets go make it rain (Flock that)
If you ask for this chop, better flock it
He was lackin', he caught two to the noggin
He ain't see sh*t, all he heard was the knockin'
Then my shooter yelled out like, "We got 'em!"
Told my Dubby to pa** me the .80
Think I spot me a opp right there (Right there)
Off the flock, and I'm tryna throw Tracy
Boy tried to run, he got dropped right there (Don't run)
Brodie told me he just got a new strap (Uh-huh)
Let's go make us a new pack (What?)
We'll take a trip to they side
Who go the drop where they group at?
They never shoot back
My n***a's ain't hard to find (At all)
Keep a pole 'cause these streets get deadly
And these b*t*hes be the line, so I dont treat 'em friendly
Clutchin' this chrome like, "I can't let 'em get me"
N***as know l won't fold, I'ma shoot 'til its empty (Grrah)
"N***a, how much you threw?" Just know I gave 'em plenty
F**k a pole, he get beat when I'm off of the Henny
All these opp's in my spliff got me feelin' so deady (Grrah)
B*t*h, we them n***as who shootin' out rennies
F**k a pole, he get beat when I'm off of the Henny
Grrt, grrt, boom-boom
B*t*h we them n***as who shootin' out rennies
If I don't got the Renny or Revel
Slide on a bike, throw a shot every pedal (Every pedal)
If he hidin' ya friend, I get next to
Only got one up on me if I let you
Keep clickin', click, won't stop (Keep clickin')
First O we catch, he get put in a box (Baow, baow)
Keep clickin', click, won't stop
Heard it's a cookout, so we sendin' shots (Pu**y)
We don't f**k wit' no OY's or Jiggy's
We could link up wit' our chops and get busy (OYK)
We get muddy, no, we don't get tipsy
Got a baddie to line 'em, she shake it like Nicki (Shake it like what?)
Got a .22, don't f**k wit' no Blixky's (What?)
Hang out the window like, I'm shootin' Ricky (Baow, baow)
And I'm spinnin', lookin' for my target (Like)
Smokin' on Matt, sh*t, hittin' the hardest (Hardst)
He get shot if he on River Park sh*t
Spin through the Towers like, ''I'm tryna spark sh*t"
And my demons slide up in the darkness
Slide wit' 'em, coming like, "Flocka, you heartless"
Won't lack, gotta keep me a sitchy
I'm outside with my gun and my gang (Dummy)
Big drum and the Glock hold 50
When I slide through, boy, I don't gotta aim (Grrah)
I'ma shoot, I'ma click, I'ma flame
Talk tough on the net, when I see you
That energy wasn't the same (At all)
N***as say they doin' this and doin' that
But ain't never gon' let off a shot for they gang (Like, how?)
