No Warning (feat. Young Buck & Omar "Big O" Gooding)

It's what we do baby

You know, haha

It's like me and my **** took over the

Motherfucking streets, with no warning

Yeah, haha, let's get it baby

Real ****, we get money

We get money in this bitch like, hey

Fuck they wanna do with me out here man

Treat me like a stepchild, I watch you **** ball

I just caught my breath now, and it's fuck all y'all

Ain't no love left now my heart is like a brick wall

I don't answer calls, not even for my bitch dawg

Red pill, blue pill, come on ho let's make a deal

Smoke a blunt of good kush, tell me how it make you feel

On a summer night, I'm gon' get my money right

Get my dyke, get some head and a cup of pink Sprite

Get on my flight like, ain't nobody high as me

Fuck 'em they ain't fly as me

I'm all up in they face, show them fuck boys gotta see

Ain't no **** hot as me, bitch I come from poverty

And now it's like my whole clique just hit the lottery

Let's get it

Real ****, real bitches

The only thing they say is let the beat rock

My dope boys, my money getters

You can hate on me, but you can't make the beat rock

I'm talking thirty-six soft bitch, I can get 'em off quick

My neighborhood wax on, wax off soft zips

See everything cost bitch, shoes, paint, outfit

Started in the West but guess what now I'm in the South

I know you smell me cause I'm on my shit

Still Cali grinding hard in the paint, got it all on the bitch

They got my muscle cause my hustle sick

I used to huddle over spreads, now it's bread cause my huddle rich

Call it what you want, Chevy Impala on the jump

Westside the six homies carry me out the trunk

From the era of handlebars carrying me a pump

Always stood up for mines, can't let 'em bury me a punk

Real ****, real bitches

The only thing they say is let the beat rock

My dope boys, my money getters

You can hate on me, but you can't make the beat rock

I'm off that Uncle Scooter, that means I'm on some thangs

That means I smokes the buddha, drinks the drank and other thangs

I'm talking purple and grapes, I earned what it takes

While most **** be hip hopping garbage like Hurdle and Craig's

I'm in it for the long run baby, you take that quick lap

I'ma get it 'til my casket drop, now pass that shit back like

A little bit of Buck, a little bit of Bo, a little bit of O

Motherfucker like now you know, I told you so

Let's get it like whoa, act like you knew but never told me

That's cool, cause I'ma come and get it without no warning like

Real ****, real bitches

The only thing they say is let the beat rock

My dope boys, my money getters

You can hate on me, but you can't make the beat rock