Homie - Just A Warm Up lyrics

GBO Just A Warm Up Prod. By Homie [Verse 1] (Haha) Welcome to the dungeon Where the bars so raw If you catch ‘em then you might catch somethin' Like feelin's, your arms so soft cause of all of them weak bars you've written Your trippin', if u think you gon' take me out like I'm one of your b**hes It's nothin', the way I'm gon' lay you out man it really ain't nothin' I've risen, the beast is on a mission, every weak new competition Cause the weak get boxed in, chief keef up in prison Diseased, I'm a k** ‘em, good grief I'm a villain See you shaking like a leaf, guess the seasons beginnin' Where you all fall, kinda predicable Not for you dumb f**s You not sick at all, you more like glycerol You sweetening the game, f** all you cumquats [Chorus 1] So C'mon put your put your hands up high (High, high, high) If you feel me put your hands up high (High, high, high) I said bounce with your hands up high (High, high, high) So c'mon put your hands up high Like there's a gun in your eye [Verse 2] It's funny, these chumps all feeling lucky, unlucky I'm feeling gully These bars be straight off the skully, my skull be straight off the ugly I ma**acre when I'm hungry, I'm 2nd cause god above me So dummy quit tryna son me To some you may be the son of the one but see to the one me You got lips under your tummy f**ing p**y You tryna son me and now it's no longer sunny What you tryna do? You tryna push me? Till I lash out, you be saying my name till you tap out I'm playing the game till I cash out But keep it one hundred till I'm maxed out, and I pa** out Cause nothing gone stop me, till the reaper got me, under 6 feet they drop me To the top at a top speed, so fast lightning couldn't shock me But this the prequel to all that I bring, it may mislead you I'm really more lethal You think you equal and tryna claim king? We don't believe you, you need more people [Chorus 2] So C'mon put your put your hands up high (High, high, high) If you feel me put your hands up high (High, high, high) I said bounce with your hands up high (High, high, high) So c'mon put your hands up high Like there's a gun in you eye (Raahhh) [Bridge] GBO on my King Midus sh** You thought you could count me out? You dumb f**s I see why you couldn't go the accounting route Rappers with no math sk**s I'm calculative, my math sk**s are mad ill So pop a bottle drown your sorrows Cause you chances looking slimmer than a runway model [Outro] Haha Woooo Oh man, Im sorry to say, but if you ain't of Miagi 2014 You ain't gona survive in these streets n***a You ain't gona survive with them weak a** beats n***a I'm doin' a 50, Im talking the last 32 bars or somethin' Yo AR let that sh** run What up crew tef, what up Dora Homie, You done released a beast n***a Its just a warm up my n***as,just a warm up