Mordecai Beats - Warning Shots lyrics

Wake yo' punk a** up n***a (punk f*ggot) Y'all wanted some attention here it come (there it go) [Hook x2] These sounds ain't no warning shots when that gun bark .50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark p**y n***as playing me close, don't get your son chalked p**y n***as doing the most, don't get your lung hawked [Verse 1] n***as want war, scope on a rifle aimed at your front door I don't need no safety I got one hell of a front for Done for, hit 'em and roll up like what you front for Dump more like I got gift cards to the gun store p**y n***a tryna lose nine lives for one who*e Outta ammo, I pistol whip him 'til I break son jaw Shoulda asked your lil man's 'bout me, they tell you some raw Made a 100k on the road and ain't been on one tour Crossfit, f** around get hit with the crossbow Lost soul, bullets'll hit you, rip up your torso Sloppy n***a, nerve of these coppers to try and copy n***as Missed my last show, I got caught up meeting with papi, n***a Lock a n***a, I'll pop you n***a, your only option n***a These n***as can't hold me back Trust me it ain't no stopping, n***a Pull up waving that chopper, n***a Turn a phantom to the opera, n***a Big strap, no kickback, that clip tote as he pop a n***a Run New York like Sinatra n***a, got a chip on my shoulder Big as the sun but it ain't as big as my gun Brought a knife to a fight, I brought a stick with a drum Black Market, Out The Mud, we built this sh** from the crumbs Team strong, shoot with precision or get the beam on Beam Jawn, Tech with the Fanta, I get my bream on Joe Clark, hollow'll hit him and get his neen on Say you in the gym but I heard you getting your fiend on Ease up, when I yell Eastside they throw B's up Duck him in his mouth then I stomp him until he seize up Try me n***a, please put your G's up, put your cheese up I'ma take his head off his shoulders though if he freeze up No rules, I ain't got no rafe or no j**els But I got shooters with no heart and no screws Hoes choose, we ain't choosing 'em, that's that duck sh** No chill, all my n***as been on that f** sh** Buckshots, one don't k** him, he on some luck sh** Ten more, hit him and knock him all out his Trukfit Past due, I don't make nothing that you could dab too Gangster sh**, this that music n***as get stabbed too Ain't wanna rap in months, but f** it n***a I had too So I could make the sh** that these n***as cook up and bag too Heavy in the streets, see Hunnit Round ain't no peon Any block I think I see money I put some D on Intercept the pack and I bring it back like I'm Deon Got two birds in that Neon, my blood colder than freon Think you f**ing with me lil n***a than throw a Ki on Even if I die they gon' bump my sh** for a eon All that type-a sh** that you n***as on, know that we on Take your head off for a trophy, feel like I'm Cleon Hunnit Round Hef, DB8, you know what we on Hottest young n***a in rap, n***a the phenom [Hook x2] These sounds ain't no warning shots when that gun bark .50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark p**y n***as playing me close, don't get your son chalked p**y n***as doing the most, don't get your lung hawked