No Warning (feat. Everybodylovesjuice & Rico Dove)

Boy watch yo tone when you talking to Juice
I hit him up tryna find all my screws
Don't know when I lost it I know they been loose
Since I had the sweats with the scale and the deuce
Thought it was sweet, no wifi no truce
I pull up with racks niggas thinking I'm Bruce
Living life in the fast lane
I do the whole dash frame, Max Payne
And I think I lost track this the last thing
Hit a nigga with the back, crack his whole brain
Like I'm finna send a pitch, where the first base
And I heard you was a bitch in the first place
Better stay in yo lane its a cold race
Rico let that bitch bang on his whole face
Can't hit my wood stay in a whole place
I'm rolling flavors
Stacking my cheese but that's not nothing major
I ride in my city got tint like the mayor
Why this nigga mad man I just keep it player
I'm stacking my chips but they looking like layers
Coming with me to the lair I slay her
I feel like Dre, no Slater
Fucking yo girlfriend I deal with you later
Got on all black, I'm Vader
Call her the queen, cuz she gonna cater to me and my niggas
But I don't date her, she not from Atlanta she stay in Decatur
She hit me up, like do me a favor
Keep the no warnings on niggas who haters
But they be up and you roll with some takers
I roll up my wood and I mix it with flavors
Then I mask up, no warning we takers
Like TIP in a suit
I do it sober I don't need a boot
Boy watch yo tone when you talking to Juice
I hit him up tryna find all my screws
Don't know when I lost it I know they been loose
Since I had the sweats with the scale and the deuce
Since I had the sweats with the scale and the deuce

Keep the pockets fat no lipo
Hit a lick do the dash no nitro
All them niggas lit talking big shit
But we still the illest niggas on the mic though
They don't wanna fight though
Pick and roll, I don't even need the ball I'm the maestro
Really think I'm bouta go psycho
Fireworks, go berserk no pyro
Don't need a workshop we know what them hammers do
No Bob the Builder boy we will dismantle you
So many bars that it's easy to handle you
Head above water I'm throwing this sand at you
You got no money I might throw a band at you
Since you don't run up the racks
Quarterback rushing bitch you might get sacked
No interception but we run it back
My niggas crazy like isis
Juice by my shooter and Rico so righteous
Why they be moving so spineless
Might wipe his nose turn a plus to a minus
Run up the numbers like lotteries
Ice got me dripping might fuck up my arteries
Might hit a lick cuz they know they ain't stopping me
She took a flick for the snap while she topping me
We ain't even give a warning
Alley-oop and then we scoring

I say, throw the oop I slam like Jordan
Been in the kitchen like Chef Gordon
Cooking these niggas like breakfast or lunch and its still in rotation like 2 or 3 blunts
He don't really want smoke cuz it blow like some Runtz
And that choppa gonna kick in the air like a punt
Cheffing these bars like you ordered it, I came in last fuck the order then
Murdered the beat imma torture it, been in the trap like I'm boarded in
Stacking this paper I hoarded it
Smoking on opps I just got this new pack
But he wasn't on shit so that shit ain't no Thrax
That boy know what I do he start running like track
Up this blick he get Ricky'd and shot in yo back
45 With the XD, not a teacher you should know not to test me
That shit can get you popped like Pepsi
Cuz you niggas be riding cock like a jetski
I met this hoe with the throat she a goat
She be driving the boat and she swallow don't choke
I give her that stroke and she hit the high notes like Mariah
Get nailed to the cross like messiah
And she say my dick game is fire and shorty boxy like a dryer
And I got no priors
These glocks sing together no choir
Blow you like Snoop from the Wire