Warning Shots
Focus on the money the other shit just come along
Let me show you how to do it the way you coming at it wrong
Top 10 niggas you know I'm coming
Hold my spot, I won't be long
B0A wrap and kill the beat turn this death into a song
DMT all in the bong you look like dinner in her thong
Bout to find out her lips feel all up on my ding dong
Going ape behind these bars like I'm evoking King Gong
Just leaving the dispensary re-upping on some strong
I'm just here for a little bit just here to talk a little shit
K-O threw this beat up off the roof so I know it going to hit
Something with a bunch of fucking rounds what I go and get
Trying to stuff this money in my pants don't think it's going to fit
We are not the same there is nothing about me counterfeit
Bass is hitting low 808 drop and do a split
Came up off the block now I'm mother fucking straight legit
Charles he only showed me the hustle I don't know how to quit
I put my back in it
Flippin the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
I put my back in it
Flippin' the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
I just pulled out better drop that mouth before you go on route
Put the game on drought
With a couple of rounds on they're fuckin smile
This grip hostile killed the whole stockpile in a quarter-mile
Smokin green X-File
When the code compile Imma fuckin go rouge
I'm back on some treble and bass shit
Alternate weight Ya'll still fuckin with 8-bit
I'mma lay down on some Hollywood cake
Got the whole wake bakin' and tricking it out
I know, I'm a fuckin ghost
Trippin bars in a black whole
Bangin my head on these fuckin rolls
Make the clip go loud
Off-world sound kill the underground
Weigh the whole world down on snow
Pluto bound on some hollow round
Spent the whole lockdown off globe
I start to think
I'm a fuckin' code out
Re-up the link
Make these speakers flip out
I put my back in it
Flippin the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
I put my back in it
Flippin the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
Let me show you how to do it the way you coming at it wrong
Top 10 niggas you know I'm coming
Hold my spot, I won't be long
B0A wrap and kill the beat turn this death into a song
DMT all in the bong you look like dinner in her thong
Bout to find out her lips feel all up on my ding dong
Going ape behind these bars like I'm evoking King Gong
Just leaving the dispensary re-upping on some strong
I'm just here for a little bit just here to talk a little shit
K-O threw this beat up off the roof so I know it going to hit
Something with a bunch of fucking rounds what I go and get
Trying to stuff this money in my pants don't think it's going to fit
We are not the same there is nothing about me counterfeit
Bass is hitting low 808 drop and do a split
Came up off the block now I'm mother fucking straight legit
Charles he only showed me the hustle I don't know how to quit
I put my back in it
Flippin the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
I put my back in it
Flippin' the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
I just pulled out better drop that mouth before you go on route
Put the game on drought
With a couple of rounds on they're fuckin smile
This grip hostile killed the whole stockpile in a quarter-mile
Smokin green X-File
When the code compile Imma fuckin go rouge
I'm back on some treble and bass shit
Alternate weight Ya'll still fuckin with 8-bit
I'mma lay down on some Hollywood cake
Got the whole wake bakin' and tricking it out
I know, I'm a fuckin ghost
Trippin bars in a black whole
Bangin my head on these fuckin rolls
Make the clip go loud
Off-world sound kill the underground
Weigh the whole world down on snow
Pluto bound on some hollow round
Spent the whole lockdown off globe
I start to think
I'm a fuckin' code out
Re-up the link
Make these speakers flip out
I put my back in it
Flippin the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
I put my back in it
Flippin the game just like a tire
Hatin on the hustle
And the name then you's a liar
Those just some warning shots
Bullets hit right by ya
I was just sparking off the block
Now I'm on fire
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Writer(s): Aaron Weaver
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