Panic

By Moscow17

Released on October 19, 2017

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[Intro: Ruth & Knockoutned]

Free the Russian camp

Rest in Peace Mo Kweng

(M17 Smoke squad)

Repercussion Gang crew

(Free the real)

Come on

(RIP MK)

Savage

Russians

(Flyboy Aladdin)


[Verse 1: Ruth]

Impatient Russians, 4 doors coming

Step round there on violence, back that dots thats bare man running

Twin D should've creeped and whacked man but hes too hyped and he's fuckin stubborn

This shit's exciting, nah I can't stop man I fucking love it

Me and Loose just stepped in the party, that's peng ones feeling the chocolate

But my caramel's stressing me out, darling I didn't sign up for this nonsense

My browning saw me whack my man, she done realised I'm a problem

Collateral damage wen I backed dat crutch, I should've left Denz unconscious

Still back out my tool, obnoxious

Thottie on me, love the way she functions

Still move these rocks, Steve wants a one-on-one by the junction, step wid rammy under my jumper, red head naughty, checking that number

That's Loose's type, I love me a brownin' ting with that bumper

Go check the stats and scores you dumb fucker


[Verse 2: Knockoutned]

Moscow O, glide on dem

TTP dun slapped at kweng

Relentless boys we bang on gems

So bad we ride 2 man on peds

Skengs, lurk round dere for ur set, G Tizzy grab him, bore him, YES

Russians gangster walk in ur end, attacking blocks with chings n skengs

But fuck it, damn it, da opps dont fuckin listen

Bang out violent, leave man twitching, irrelevant niggas, talking n snitching

What u know bout Moscow Marching, niggas gonna show you dere bums n knickers (females)

The oppositions are jokers, steppin skills are really on voltage

Jump Out Gang, tarnish, we soilders fam

Free da gang up in prison

Smoke n Dingers

Roll wid dippers

We bore man down if he's singing

They lie on tracks that dere drilling

Arseholes get bored and there snitchin x2 (singers)


[Verse 3: Ruth]

Bro sed im 1 of da coldest, but I ain't rlly in of dis rap shit

I juss swing my arm and then soke him, then I go bake off wid a ratchet


[Verse 4: Knockoutned]

Grab him, dont panic, rambo under my jacket

Nap him, splash him, then im petrol bath my jacket


[Verse 5: Ruth]

On badness, I'll splash him

Ask their boss how i whaked him

Some bangers and trappers, do the dirts and den vanish

[Outro: Knockoutned & Ruth] x3

Savage Russians, dick da bitch we ain't cuffing

Fly boy Aladdin, LV chips got dem cattin