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letra de panic - kaliq

[verse, kaliq]
when we see you, ain’t showin’ remorse
we gon’ creep real slow, don’t force
cut through the back we gon’ spark up they p’s
its 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 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
he was smokin’ the dead but he runtz now
dropped if he ocky, whats up? now weigh’ four pounds
dummy move wild, catch a shot to the face
.38 special, ain’t leavin’ no tracе
big dbo, b-tch we pavin’ the way
talk hot, get droppеd, leave his brains where he lay

like, how could you n-ggas talk down on my game?
like how? like bari, go spill out and bang
like i got the drop where them lil n-ggas hang, uh huh
3 bow’s, 3 deep, lets go make it rain
f-ck that, if you ask for this chop, better flock it
he was lackin’, he caught 2 to the noggin
he ain’t see sh-t, all he heard was the knockin’
bow, then my shooter yelled out like: “we got em!”
told my dubby to pass me the 80
think i spot me a opp right there
off the flock and i’m tryna throw tracie’s
boy tried to run, he got shot right there
dummy already told me he just got a new strap
let’s go make us a new pack
we’ll take a trip to they side
who go the drop where they group at? they never shoot back

my n-gga’s ain’t hard to find, at all
keep a pole cause these streets get deadly
and these b-tches be the line, so i dont treat ’em friendly
clutchin’ this chrome like “i can’t let ’em get me”
just know i’ma fall, i’ma shoot ’til its empty
“n-gga how much you threw?” just know i gave ’em plenty
f-ck a pole, he get beat when i’m off of the henny
all these opp’s in my spliff got me feelin’ so deady

[bridge, kaliq]
b-tch we ‘dem n-ggas who shootin’ out rennies
f-ck a pole, he get beat when i’m off of the henny (gthdhh, gdthh boom boom)
b-tch we ‘dem n-ggas who shootin’ out rennies

[verse, kay flock]
if i don’t got the renny or revel
slide on a bike, throw a shot every pedal
if he hidin’ ya friend i get next to
only got 1 up on me if i let you
keep cl!ckin’, clique won’t stop
first opp we catch, he get put in a box
keep cl!ckin’, clique won’t stop
heard it’s a cookout so we sendin’ shots
we don’t f-ck wit’ no oy’s or jiggy’s
we could link up wit’ our chops and get busy
we get money, no we don’t get tipsy
got a baddie to line ’em, she shake it like nicki
got a 22 don’t f-ck wit’ no bl!cky’s
hang out the window like i’m shootin’ ricky
and i’m spinnin’, lookin’ for my target
smokin’ on mad sh-t, hittin’ the hardest
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, come round like “flocka, you heartless”
[verse, kaliq]
won’t lie, gotta keep me a sitchy’
i’m outside wit’ my gun and my gang dummy
big glock and the drum hold 50
when i slide through boy i don’t gotta aim
i’ma shoot, i’ma cl!ck, i’ma flame
talk tough on the net, when i see you that energy wasn’t the same
n-ggas say they doin’ this and do ‘dat but ain’t never gon let off a shot for they gang (like how?)

- kaliq

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