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panic mode - mgm lett lyrics

[intro]
stg (stg) (stg)

[chorus]
it’sa.. war up in my city
yhea we got this b*tch on panic mode
can’t get caught up in the dm, i write all my hoes on vanish mode
b*tch don’t speak no english, i been shootin’ my shot at spanish hoes
i helped a n*gga ran it up, he ran nd’ told

[verse 1]
it don’t even matter the location, get that b*tch there
if them n*ggas ain’t makin’ no paper? i don’t fit there
got the streets up in a choke hold, i won’t let em get air’d
n*gga did all of that time and dropped a dime
man that sh*t rare
tell them b*tches i ain’t scared
on my head, i got a bounty
heard they pulled my partner k!ller up the first day in the county
bl**dy tears on this money? either way i’m still gon’ count it
you wasn’t active in the streets for real, you just grew up around it
i swear these streets done took my heart away, turned me into a monster
i better not see them in that car today, shots all through the bumper
i see red like a bull, like i pull like a [?]
all these losses that a n*gga took, taught me how to conquer
[bridge]
they k!llin’ my little man
i’m about to be on some real murder sh*t man
i’m tell you man, any n*gga that ever looked at me wrong
or ever said any jealous bullsh*t about me, is f*ckin’ dead

[verse 2]
[?] brothers, almost in the same month
in a stolo with them cutters, different day; they same hunt
n*gga flexin’ with a fifty, that my real [?]
[?] tell the opps “they need a deal”, i ain’t playin’
all that d*ck suckin’, these people keep my name up in their throat
we ain’t gon’ never gon’ get back even, we keep chainin’ the scope
ain’t met a b*tch that i’ll spare, cause they came nd’ they go
tell my one that i don’t wear, my nuts hang to the floor
i ain’t done yet
act like he so active in this beef, ain’t shot his gun yet
get a n*gga hit up with my feet up, i’m beyond that
all i ever wanted was the money, yhea yhea

[outro]
don’t talk on phones nd’ sh*t
police listenin’, tryina catch you; flyin’ drones nd’ sh*t
yhea
don’t talk on phones nd’ sh*t
feds listenin’, takin’ pictures; flyin’ drones nd’ sh*t

- mgm lett lyrics

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