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don't panic - jay aston x king eli x littlerichh lyrics

[intro] (littlerichh, jay aston, king eli)

attention attention
attention, attention, n*gga
this is a f*cking boroside production (borosides)
lr, eli over there

[verse 1 : jay aston]

said i gotta do it
these n*ggas tell lies and they cap in music
if he throw up the 2 then we gotta boom him
if we spin through the c then we making movies
and we roll up that quill when we spinning
i ain’t asking the lord for forgiveness
for all the sins i committed
and that dad hat be tact, when we bending
and these n*ggas can’t, cross atlantic
hop out the v, that’s gon’ make ’em panic
if i reverse the v then we watch him vanish
and i’m 59 pt, better understand it
if he say he c*block then that .40 dancing
if i ride through that lot i leave, no one standing
and i walk in the spot and scream whoopty (whoopty !)
throw up the hat and salute me or shoot me
tired of the politics
said my name on a track is you really spinnin’ ?
i put on my hat, call me skottie brimmin’
i told boy not to lock now his time is ticking like, gang
glizzy take a n*gga out his glo’
ain’t no fear in my heart and that’s on bro
head tap, if he jacking hmo
too tact, if he speak on bro he go
primetime, yeah i scream geronimo
tryna catch a petey, that’s a situation
big dope to the face, like we straight jamaicans
pop*out on the stains, and i tell her shake it
i’m loving his chain, so i gotta take it
kbrim told me chill cause i gotta make it
he sitting at home what’s his occupation
n*gga not tryna make him no bread
on point when i head to my destination
but i gotta keep one in the head
ain’t no ciggy black but i’m paper chasing
i tell leek boy, “don’t aim for his leg”
gotta let ’em know
revolver do circles, he mention bro
i call benzo too tact, he already know
jay aston borosides pt sg, and i’m nothing more
[hook : king eli] (x2)

rule number one : don’t panic ! (d*ckhead)
rule number two : gotta keep a tool
f*ck that, can’t leave the cannon
f*ck peace, we give ’em damage
flock 3, cut up atlantic
jump in the foreign we out (skrrt, skrrt)
victim, i catch a victim, put ’em sleep in the ground

[verse 2 : king eli]

perky got me in a mood, i’m swerving
i’m st*rdy, get in my way you get murdered
blood stepping, we be dripping for certain
maybach, close the curtains
i’m sleepy, and shawty keep begging to meet me
you thinking she yours, she thinking she mine
put d*ck in her spine, i’m leaving
move tact, n*ggas p*ssy, every second they looking like, “who that?”
we up that weapon on ’em, put the pressure on ’em
no chance to shoot back
hunnind stuffed in the pants, the blue pack
you broke i don’t know who you fooling
and we put that boy face on a t*shirt, n*ggas mad we cooling
boomed ’em
pick ’em up, kids on her face make her l!ck it up
think we done made n*ggas sick of us
we pull*up and they run like they in a rush
said they spinning what ? never
cindoe got it, he bring it wherever
make it litty no matter the weather
bro as soon as he lack, get ’em
sh*ll ’em
new pack, step in a spot, n*gga, move back
hol’ on, don’t get your boo clapped
brody itching to shoot like a new tat
i don’t even gotta talk much, n*ggas know what’s up and what’s what
now we gon have a little fun, pour the jenny in the cup
they f*cked up
[hook : king eli] (x2)

[verse 3 : littlerichh]

don’t panic lil’ n*gga don’t make a sound
we got choppas and knockers, don’t f*ck around
innocent, witnesses, gettin’ clowned
can’t tell what you saw, ’cause you in the clouds
.38 feenin’ to peel a cap
i be smoking on n*ggas, my hitters clap
manny a demon when he attack
so i f*ck with my n*ggas who really hat
i don’t f*ck with no choo, i don’t f*ck with woo
i don’t f*ck n0body i never knew (i never knew that n*gga)
i’ma pull up on n*ggas like “who is who ?”
if he upping that 2, then he get removed
keep talking on rich hunts
i’ma roll me a snizz blunt, while i’m getting my d*ck sucked
n*ggas will run when i pull out this big gun
won’t leave ’til i hit one like
i’m ebk
these n*ggas is p*ssy, don’t follow n0body i lead the way
he was in the way
rj got shot on his block, and we sent him to interfaith
it was doa
dizzle got hit up on patchen, ain’t make it to see the day
screaming “free the gang!”
you spoke on my n*ggas, i pull*up on n*ggas and bring the pain
rule number one : don’t panic (d*ckhead)

- jay aston x king eli x littlerichh lyrics

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