Warm Up (feat. Slimmy B & ALLBLACK)

Punk rock, bitch, free Deuce Block Jody

Kony mothafuckin' Ginobili

Fuck you **** talkin' 'bout, ****, yeah

ShooterGang, ****

Ah, this my shit man, look, look

I do a little back for these motherfuckers

Ah, ah, ay, ay , ay

I'm a well known shooter, screamin' F-A-B (Fuck a bitch)

If she choose me, she just ride it like an ATV

To chase me, I need bands, like pay my fee

So, when it's all said and done, I'ma swim in her cheeks

I don't sleep

You ain't yellin' gang last week (Nah)

My main bitch tweak 'cause my hoes on fleek

I'ma beast, put a **** on a white tee

G lock, one fist, you tryna excite me, bite me

All the cops is tryna indict me

I don't smoke tree, I smoke suckers

Slap the wrong song, you a dead muhfucka

Pick a bitch out, she was hoein' undercover, don't judge

Bitch throw cooter, I just run off on the plug

I supply dope dick, he supply dope love

Hit him in his mouth, touch his brain like drugs

You don't shoot, how the fuck your gun clean like dub? (****)

Me and Kony in this bitch (Huh?)

And if I'm to the neck, it's me and .40 in this bitch

Hit them suckers, get to shootin' like I'm Kobe in this bitch

Hit the tour then I dip, leave her lonely in this bitch

**** hate me, told the bitch come pay me

Speakin' down on me for some puss, **** mainly

Glock on the ground but the clip hold KD

Stock on me, I rock a fella like Jay-Z

Fuck all that talkin', where the dough at?

If you ain't tryna pay me then you know where the door at

CLS Benz, ain't no lease, **** own that

See an opp in traffic, ain't no cappin', bitch we own that

Throw that ass back, stop playin' with it

Never cuffin', you know I'ma let the gang hit it

If you ain't drop on this mud then you ain't sippin'

And your main bitch the reason a **** chains hidden, ****

Look your bitch in the eyes, ask if she know me

Last night I was on tip Like ShooterGang Kony

Break a white bitch pockets, Lamar on Chloe

Ride through by pushin' up, I fade him like Kobe

Cold side pillow talkin', I'ma 304 him

Jake and Jesse James shootin' like '02 Ginobili

I don't tote .40's, I wear choppers and pumps

No shell trace, hit him with that tre-pound black skunk

Seem like I always burn my hand when I give him a chance

Feel like Steph when that bitch got blood on his pants

Or in that function when that bitch turned you down for a dance

Drop it to the clap or that D-Lo, no hoe

I was at breakfast with that bacon, two waffles, and eggs

Like rose gold with that pistol strapped to her leg

Like Metro Boomin with that pot scarf around his head

Like when you walk in and I'm fuckin' your wife in your bed

The warm up