RJ - Warning lyrics

[Friday After Next Skit:] Why are you in so much competition with me? You jealous Willie I can't help it! I look better than you do You don't I cook better than you You can't My dick is bigger than yours It was cold that night [Uchies (Freestyle): Verse 1] A black kid n***a I pull up in foreign Pig tails red rubber bands Choppas' wit endurance Johnny's pullin' n***as out the cars in Torrance I just might just f** a ratchet broad out in Florence I pull up in Louisiana's off Normandie (Give me a "Snack Pac") A few blocks from my grandma but the south side South Central send them lullabies outside Shots fired bullets ain't lying in them stop signs Cold Summers told yo rollie say it's bout time We goin' shoulders with the rollers Cause it's drought time We never heard what momma told us She had two jobs Ain't had to stink the blowers Hands saw me creep em outside I had to hit the whole chink on the block Handle beef with the flamethrowers Chopstick in the Wok In the streets if they don't know us They was sleep in a box OMMIO we all want it but feed me the rock Flickin' up but I ain't speakin' about it On everyday of the week I can drive A blind n***a said I'm easy to spot If I slidin' with you your mine n***a beamin' or not Rap mechanic corn or cream of the crop I jump back off tour Turn my dreams to a drop 50 racks when I perform They been dreaming I stop We got more straps for war We gon even the odds, woo Yeah we all know, man we all know Why you still talkin' about it? Thought it was all over I done lost my mind a long time ago Back when we was jackin' n***as for they Franco's I'm back on these n***as necklace Getting money six ways you can't intercept it n***as with these b**h ways Don't know what they s** is I'm hoppin' out that b**h say [?] to your b**h interested She just hit the message Man these new n***as they so John Legend I f** wit his message but he so non threatening My n***a is you bangin' or you flexin'? More they love you around the world More they hate you around yo section I scraped my plate and came for seconds Running outta patience out here waiting for yo blessings Money not the only quest I need the basics for my essence Need some sh** that I can take in Once I take my last breath But if they coming, where that cash at? These mac rounds make em back down Like some [?] They say you only great as ya last step I took that leap of fate in the fast... Track [Too Player (Freestyle): Verse 2] Big mansion n***as ain't got a mansion Rich Blacks pay the homage where you got it at I switch hats from the A to the M From the M's to the A's like, Woo Woo Red guts in the Wraith like, Suwoo Big blunts to the face like, excuse you who? Rich blood yeah, blue faces One man fighting 32 cases White stones linked up like braces Pour it all out the cup it ain't Ace's Takin' shots, top shotters helped me get here Adjust to the change up when I switch gears I done slept on a couch a whole leap year Now these private jets feeling like a Good Year Sippin' Ace everyday a celebration Lame n***as blame it on the age separation [Bar Juice (Freestyle): Verse 3] Look She just wanna f** wit Bar Juice Two or more I say she carpool Her a** fat but what them jaws do? Titties faker than a cartoon, Ayy We sippin' Ace's, money find a new language We at the point where Balmain's is yo basic I'm cashin' out on my cravings Yeah my n***as crashin' Mustangs and Mercedes Now thats a 40 thow wow fix outta yo savings I spend a month down at the ritz no vacation I been around rather get rich than be famous These n***as now make up cliques and think they bangin' (What?) That don't surprise me no Sport women and deprive these hoes That's little Rodney on I ain't f**ing witchu Maricón's Pull up in that Adiós for my Vatio A merry pockets think a boy listening I'm stackin' all these dead guys like a mortician My shooters got a scope with intuition He looking out it, looking lazy eye just like he Forest Whitaker Celeb game, I had my own sh** The talk of the town me and Joe Moses (RJ!) I played the sideline coaching I felt my team needed me I subbed myself the last 4 minutes yeah Goyards and gold Rolex's I get chauffeured lets have road s** I roll up call it romance I pull out and keep goin' They gon love me more when I'm gone Throwin' racks on the floors, that b**h thong Treat these stows like I'm home I know god want me on Feel like god want me on On my momma we on (X3)