letra de don't panic - jdot breezy
(thanks yakree)
look, this how i’m goin we gon’ send a bait car, tell him slide past the block a n-gga 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-gga top (b-tch)
boy we heard about that trapper, made a n-gga close shop
get up on a n-gga quick, he ain’t see me leave the car
n-gga know that speed k!ll, 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-gga 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-gga in his back and clip his motha f-ckin’ lung
if you a motha f-ckin’ rat you need to cut your d-mn 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-gga dumb (stupid)
still gon’ suck it till she can’t no more and make a n-gga cum
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-gga what you want do? (woo)
why the f-ck that n-gga dissing, boy he ran up on you
you, you see me all black runnin’ down, is you gon’ shoot?
i could hit a n-gga from a distance if i want to
but nah i prefer close range, n-gga 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-gga die for sayin my brother name in vain
rap cappin bout’ them hats, man that n-gga ass lame (p-ssy)
get yo ass taxed, it ain’t no running i got aim (busta)
you f-ck him and yo motha f-ckin’ gang (f-ck it)
n-ggas 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-gga eye ball on a roll
huh, now you miss your mans, n-gga you can’t get him back
n-gga take my brother, we gon’ slide through and get em back
n-ggas they be hoes, like some p-ssy, we gon’ get em whacked
smoking on this cookie, i’m on brooklyn, where you n-ggas at?
raloway sh-t n-gga
n-gga know how we f-cking rocking man
long live the guys, long live lil john john, man
long live lil leeke man, n-gga know how we f-ckin’ rockin’ man, long live ralo, long live all the guys n-gga
f-ck a n-gga, you speak down on the gang, n-gga you gon’ get hit wit’ that gang n-gga and that’s on the set
you know i be f-ckin’ rockin’ man, i ain’t gotta, yuh, huh
gang sh-t n-gga
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