Just Warming Up

Lyrics

[Intro] These niggas thought they had one up on you Yeah You that nigga boy Pass that shit [Verse] What's the deal with these goofys? Don't ask me nothing about last week Tits and ass cheeks the track athletes And I'm the shooting guard with the pen My government name rhymes with sicker plus I'm vicious Pal Springs guns in arm's reach My loud speak different languages, I do the same with chicks Pick the manuscript boy, you just don't know Niggas want the same machine that made Esco blow Technomarine watch black wrist band with the V in the face The world so cold I keep the heat on the waist I'm needing my space, beating the case now it's body bags Shotty blast, money cash hoes if you want a bag Choose your options, you in the loser's bracket Traffic jam flow better than the express lane The tech wave, spray all the civilians then do a song about killing over a drilling ass beat And kill the shit then fill the whip with pussy juice Then hump the streets that got titty meat Go over a chick how she really geek You think niggas living on planet Mars, what an idiot, fucking dumb ho Your man would shit his pants if he saw the size of my gun ho Got kicked out of Friday's on a Friday for being fried while ordering beer Now them hoes showing me their rear Don't argue with bitches you better keep it G You better do that shit like you keep the weed Bitches see how we kick it so they take their shoes off Everytime a rapper get a new op Everytime I rap I get a new fan I started with seventeen now I'm up to 100 grand Spit so cold they ask where summer at Spit so hot I'm in your momma's pad (C'mon let me say that shit one more time nigga) Spit so cold they ask me where summer at I spit so hot nigga I'm at your momma's pad She old as shit she gonna get this dick though baby