Music Video
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
Vocals
Cassie
Vocals
Livvi Franc
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Smith
Composer
Jonathan Rotem
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aliby
Co-Producer
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Jonathan Rotem
Producer
Matthew Testa
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Oh shit, oh shit this shit
Kelly
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
Came in no clout small bank and my big mouth
Small name but these big shots know just' what this kids bout
I said shit then I ment shit, corenor I dead shit
I treat hoes just like hoes that through bones go fetch shit
I'm pitbull, that x shit, that goin in at they neck shit
That we gon have a problem if I am not on the next shit
'Cause I wreck shit can't tame me I'm Eminem and I'm Jay z
I'm a renegade this rap shit me and all my boy like a-team
Fuck wrong with y'all this is my warning shot so I better see you ghost
Because I will treat competition like hoes, skip conversation and cum at their throates
Boy I'm from the c-l-e-v-e-l-a-n-d and I will be rappin that until I die
And you either with me or riding against me so lemme know put them L's up in the sky lace up
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (let's go this is our, warning shot)
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (this is our, warning shot)
The final call
Call me the man, no better yet call me the kid
'Cause ain't nobody this young done what I did
'Cause ain't nobody this young go through the shit I went through these past couple years and lived
Y'all suckers, hickey shit
I'm a real rockstar, Nikki sixx
I'm Minajin y'all jus watching got damn y'all Nikki's bitch
Can the game get anymore corny?
Can the fame get anymore boring?
Can any lame y'all think is dope put out garbage and make it easy for me?
Is it possible for anyone to adore me
Is it possible for anyone to record me
So I can address all the people that took my clothes, videos, songs and put em out before me
And it's impossible to die
Possibly deliver the illest lyrics? Somebody call the paramedics
Somebody call the fucking paramedics
Is it even possible to lack the academics to get the credit in the city and never spend a minute in a class
Fuck that kiss my ass, drink til it's pitch black roll it up let me hit it
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (let's go this is our, warning shot)
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (this is our, warning shot)
The final call
Warning shot
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (let's go this is our, warning shot)
The final call
This is our warning shot ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (this is our, warning shot)
The final call
Writer(s): Jonathan Rotem, Edwin Thomas Congreave, Jack William Bevan, James Smith, Walter James Morrison Gervers, Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis, Peter Ian Ring, Richard Colson Baker
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