Don’t Panic Lyrics – Jdot Breezy
Singer: Jdot Breezy
Title: Don’t Panic
Look, this how I’m goin we gon’ send a bait car, Tell him slide past the block a n#gg# Audi getting shot
Got these dracos in the car, boy this sh#t 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 n#gg# top (b#tch)
Boy we heard about that trapper, made a n#gg# close shop
Get up on a n#gg# quick, he ain’t see me leave the car
n#gg# 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 f#ckin doe, when I get back be ready
Blame himself for his death, that opp sh#t, he said it
n#gg# know we gon’ step, come through, we ready (b#tch)
Big chop, Big funds, these Glocks got drums
He lack, We shot, Man down, They run
Shoot a n#gg# in his back and clip his motha f#ckin’ lung
If you a motha f#ckin’ rat you need to cut your damn tounge
I think a opp talkin’ to me, I got {?} in my lung
Told that opp stay off that block, He still went that n#gg# dumb (Stupid)
Still gon’ suck it till she can’t no more and make a n#gg# c#m
That weren’t sh#t, bro sent that hollow tip and stuck him like some gum
Imma rock out bout’ my brother b#tch n#gg# what you want do? (Woo)
Why the f#ck that n#gg# dissing, boy he ran up on you
You, you see me all black runnin’ down, is you gon’ shoot?
I could hit a n#gg# from a distance if I want to
But nah I prefer close range, n#gg# say he caught me lackin’, next day got stained (Dumbass)
We don’t do no f#ckin’ drive by’s, boy its gonna rain
Imma get first ups, b#tch I’m finna go insane
Imma make a n#gg# die for sayin my brother name in vain
Rap cappin bout’ them hats, man that n#gg# #ss lame (p#ss#)
Get yo #ss taxed, it ain’t no running I got aim (Busta)
You f#ck him and yo motha f#ckin’ gang (f#ck it)
n#gg#s getting stepped on, eeny meeny miny moe
Spot a opp and grab the Glock and let that motha f#cka’ blow
Now that lead flyin, I see dead bodies on the floor
Coroners pick him up, that n#gg# eye ball on a roll
Huh, now you miss your mans, n#gg# you can’t get him back
n#gg# take my brother, we gon’ slide through and get em back
n#gg#s they be hoes, like some p#ss#, we gon’ get em whacked
Smoking on this cookie, I’m on brooklyn, where you n#gg#s at?
Raloway sh#t n#gg#
n#gg# know how we f#cking rocking man
Long live the guys, Long Live Lil John John, man
Long live lil leeke man, n#gg# know how we f#ckin’ rockin’ man, Long Live Ralo, Long Live all the guys n#gg#
f#ck a n#gg#, you speak down on the gang, n#gg# you gon’ get hit wit’ that gang n#gg# and that’s on the set
You know I be f#ckin’ rockin’ man, I ain’t gotta, yuh, huh
Gang sh#t n#gg#
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