Warning Shots

Lyrics

Wake yo' punk ass up nigga (punk faggot) Y'all wanted some attention here it come (there it go) [Hook x2] These sounds ain't no warning shots when that gun bark .50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark Pussy niggas playing me close, don't get your son chalked Pussy niggas doing the most, don't get your lung hawked [Verse 1] Niggas want war, scope on a rifle aimed at your front door I don't need no safety I got one hell of a front for Done for, hit 'em and roll up like what you front for Dump more like I got gift cards to the gun store Pussy nigga tryna lose nine lives for one whore Outta ammo, I pistol whip him 'til I break son jaw Shoulda asked your lil man's 'bout me, they tell you some raw Made a 100k on the road and ain't been on one tour Crossfit, fuck around get hit with the crossbow Lost soul, bullets'll hit you, rip up your torso Sloppy nigga, nerve of these coppers to try and copy niggas Missed my last show, I got caught up meeting with papi, nigga Lock a nigga, I'll pop you nigga, your only option nigga These niggas can't hold me back Trust me it ain't no stopping, nigga Pull up waving that chopper, nigga Turn a phantom to the opera, nigga Big strap, no kickback, that clip tote as he pop a nigga Run New York like Sinatra nigga, got a chip on my shoulder Big as the sun but it ain't as big as my gun Brought a knife to a fight, I brought a stick with a drum Black Market, Out The Mud, we built this shit from the crumbs Team strong, shoot with precision or get the beam on Beam Jawn, Tech with the Fanta, I get my bream on Joe Clark, hollow'll hit him and get his neen on Say you in the gym but I heard you getting your fiend on Ease up, when I yell Eastside they throw B's up Duck him in his mouth then I stomp him until he seize up Try me nigga, please put your G's up, put your cheese up I'ma take his head off his shoulders though if he freeze up No rules, I ain't got no rafe or no jewels But I got shooters with no heart and no screws Hoes choose, we ain't choosing 'em, that's that duck shit No chill, all my niggas been on that fuck shit Buckshots, one don't kill him, he on some luck shit Ten more, hit him and knock him all out his Trukfit Past due, I don't make nothing that you could dab too Gangster shit, this that music niggas get stabbed too Ain't wanna rap in months, but fuck it nigga I had too So I could make the shit that these niggas cook up and bag too Heavy in the streets, see Hunnit Round ain't no peon Any block I think I see money I put some D on Intercept the pack and I bring it back like I'm Deon Got two birds in that Neon, my blood colder than freon Think you fucking with me lil nigga than throw a Ki on Even if I die they gon' bump my shit for a eon All that type-a shit that you niggas on, know that we on Take your head off for a trophy, feel like I'm Cleon Hunnit Round Hef, DB8, you know what we on Hottest young nigga in rap, nigga the phenom [Hook x2] These sounds ain't no warning shots when that gun bark .50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark Pussy niggas playing me close, don't get your son chalked Pussy niggas doing the most, don't get your lung hawked