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Warning Shots
5,764
Hip-Hop/Rap
Warning Shots was released on September 29, 2017 by Rubber Band Cartel as a part of the album Warning Shots - Single
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Release DateSeptember 29, 2017
LabelRubber Band Cartel
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM105

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Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Y'all know how the fuck we rockin', man
Whole lotta gang shit, bitch
Everybody know my name, put respect on it
I just copped a new whip, spent a check on it
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[Verse 2]
You ain't really with the shits, put them Glocks up
Free the gang out that mother fuckin' lock up
Like a janitor, your ass can get mopped up
So you better have your gun when we pop up
If I really want you gone, I ain't gon' diss you
I put my shooters on your ass, they gon' blitz you
We be blastin' off those guns like some missiles
I got fifty in this drum, I can't miss you
[Verse 3]
Steppin' out with my 30, yeah, we pop out
Catch a opp on his ass, let them shots out
Wait outside in the whip till he walk out
Gun shot, gun shot, now it's cop sounds
Rob a plug, hit his ass with the fake out
Glizzy only give a fuck if the jakes out
If you really want smoke, bring the K out
Put his ass in a box, like some take out
[Verse 4]
Fuck that bitch and I fuck on her cousin
She give me brain that's concussion
I been on the map since a youngin'
Had to run up a bag, now I'm thumbin'
We ain't lockin', bitch, we get to drummin'
40 shells leave you hot like the summer
When we pull up they know how we comin'
When they see us, I bet they start runnin'
[Verse 5]
Got the pack and got robbed, you got nothin'
You ain't makin' no money, quit bluffin'
Stop all of that tweetin' you frontin'
My savage will kill you for nothin'
Balmain's on my ass cost a G
You ain't smokin' on gas, that shit weak
If he want a verse, that's a fee
I fell in love with the blue cheese
[Verse 6]
If he tweakin', I'll shoot at a fiend
Try to rob, then I'll give his ass wings
Goofy ass, you can't run from a beam
The Glock take 'em right off his feet
It's a lot of sneak dissin' for some fuckin' clout
Goofy ass, don't lose your life tryna run your mouth
He say he got them shooters, tell him bring 'em out
If he hidin' in his crib, then we wet his house
[Verse 7]
I was fuckin' on his bitch on his momma couch
'Cause she knows I got them bands in my bank account
I'm not just anybody, I can't walk around
That's why I pull up in a foreign with the top down
I be rockin' all designer from my head to toe
Let a fuckboy try to rob me, boy I can't go
I ain't goin' for that shit, somebody let him know
If he run up on me wrong, I'ma let it blow
[Verse 8]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Ya'll know how the fuck we rockin', man
Whole lotta gang shit, that same shit
2k17 shit, bitch
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