Pop Smoke, Sleepy Hallow, Sheff G - Panic Part 4 (Original) lyrics
Sleepy Hallow [Tegan Joshua Anthony Chambers] Jamaica/Brooklyn, New York City, U.S 🇯🇲 🇺🇸
Sheff G [Michael Kyle Williams] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pop Smoke, Sleepy Hallow, Sheff G - Panic Part 4 Original lyrics]
Drilling now? Huh, I know they can't stand
Me I sit 'em down
You could die with your blicky out
Send a message tell your momma
Her son a clown
I got hit I ain't sit around
We could talk about it
Punch a opp if I walk without it
Keep a whole bunch of hittas 'round
Why you talk about it?
We gon' do it don't talk about it
They like "Sleepy gotta chill", uh
Bitch I gotta move ain't no staying still
Sleepy, what's the deal?
Look, you ain't gotta ask
You know Sleepy will
Go in for the kill, what
Mean mugging, hoodied up, I got the steel
Cuzzo got the pack
Look, homie got the crills
I was trappin' fell in
Love with doing drills, uh
Calm, cool chill 'til you see us buggin
Get to know the real
Whole lot of caps getting peeled
Federalés tried to make a nigga
Squeal but Ima make bail
Hit the block then we back up in thе field
You the type to tеll a whole tale
We the type to give 'em these shells
Huh, pull up
What's crackin'? Gun get to blastin'
Talk on my name and we wildin' out
All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin')
Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (Passin')
Niggas know what we into
I get to drillin', I'm sittin'
I'm killin'
I'm sinnin' if I get the feelin' (Huh)
I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos (Woo)
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down
Me I sit 'em down
You could die with your blicky out
Send a message tell your momma
Her son a clown
I got hit I ain't sit around
We could talk about it
Punch a opp if I walk without it
Keep a whole bunch of hittas 'round
Why you talk about it?
We gon' do it don't talk about it
They like "Sleepy gotta chill", uh
Bitch I gotta move ain't no staying still
Sleepy, what's the deal?
Look, you ain't gotta ask
You know Sleepy will
Go in for the kill, what
Mean mugging, hoodied up, I got the steel
Cuzzo got the pack
Look, homie got the crills
I was trappin' fell in
Love with doing drills, uh
Calm, cool chill 'til you see us buggin
Get to know the real
Whole lot of caps getting peeled
Federalés tried to make a nigga
Squeal but Ima make bail
Hit the block then we back up in thе field
You the type to tеll a whole tale
We the type to give 'em these shells
Huh, pull up
What's crackin'? Gun get to blastin'
Talk on my name and we wildin' out
All the opps in the spliff, ashin' (Ashin')
Puff, puff, ain't no passin' (Passin')
Niggas know what we into
I get to drillin', I'm sittin'
I'm killin'
I'm sinnin' if I get the feelin' (Huh)
I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos (Woo)
Sip Remy like he Papoose
Have him stay still like a statue (Statue)
Have him inked in like a tattoo
If I run down