LOS

LOS - Panic Mode lyrics

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[Intro]

Los, I got it let me do it

[Verse 1]

I say niggas always hatin’ but damn I love my city

I just came out and you didnt, you like Janets other titty

I get respect in the hood cuz I earned it fo’ sho

And I make home look good like a furniture store

who the best rapper alive they say I’m out for ya spot

And Im a hustla for real I put my couch on ya block

I take a shit on ya lawn, what could you possibly do?

You bitches talkin too much feel like I’m watchin The View

Word to my watch and my shoe its time to step on them hoes

I got a hook up on bullets and bitch my weapons reload

I could bury you, I’d rather embarrass you homes

Your girl go down on me slow I call it parachute dome

100 miles an hour 100 thousand dollar pair of shoes on

And a watch so sick I think I need to put some theraflu on

I got a terrace view home, I’m in Paris you home

No comparison you niggas is perishing, GONE

[Chorus]

I said I got a lil secret and dont nobody know it

But my watch so loud it might f-ck around and blow it

Let me pan it down I cant stand a clown

So I’m finna kill ‘em you should panic now

This is panic mode, nigga this is panic mode

This is panic mode, this is this is panic mode

You niggas think you sick, well Im the antidote

And this is panic mode this is this is panic mode

[Verse 2]

Too beastly to be defeated, I’ve reached the peak of a genius

I keep it clean its no secret, my sneakers speaky no English

My swag on retarded niggas drivin’ Miss Daisy (what that mean?)

That mean my swag known to drive a bitch crazy

Put my hands on these niggas to put them feet on that Porche

These niggas sleepin on Los but Los asleep on ya porch

Man what these rappers about tell em I’m back in the house

To take a shit in ya kitchen and take a nap on ya couch

But I’m never gon slack

Cuz I’m live from the hood where the metal go clap

And I came up from the bottom I’ma never go back

And I’m better then ya better so you better go prac-

tice, fact is, I’m bossin’, you bloggin’, I’m all in, you log in

I’m ballin’, you bargain, I barge in, you call in, dail in

They couldnt get a second outta my day

I could climb over these mountains or push ‘em out of my way

F-ck else I gotta say, this shit’s embarassin’ homes

Aint no comparison, yall niggas perishin’, gonnnnne

[Chorus]<br />

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Thanks to nakrul

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