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NO WARNING
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Hip-Hop/Rap
NO WARNING was released on December 30, 2024 by 2oolie as a part of the album GRINDHARD
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Release DateDecember 30, 2024
Label2oolie
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
luhjay2oolie
luhjay2oolie
Vocals
Jay 2oolie
Jay 2oolie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay 2oolie
Jay 2oolie
Lyrics
NARCO97
NARCO97
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay 2oolie
Jay 2oolie
Producer

Lyrics

It's 106 miles to Chicago
We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes
It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses
Hit it
When luh Slyme nem on yo ass, it ain't no warning
Out here all night, I won't be back until the morning
You send a drop or we send a lo, and then I'm on it
I don't love her, only call her when I'm horny
Walkin' dolo through the rain and it start stormin'
Don't wanna conversate, don't call my phone less' it's important
I'm not goin' for that bullshit, ho, I'm not Jordan
Knew she was a freak, she ate me up, let me record it
Everybody changed on me all a sutton, I feel like Courtland
He a lil boy to me, I might gotta kill the baby like abortion
Not satisfied with our artillery, need more sticks, uh
Shawty act like she not feelin' me, won't force it, uh uh
K4P and BSG that's what I'm steppin' for
**** be fakin' for IG, but never let their weapon blow
Junkie choice of drug, that Tan, he asked me if I'm sellin' dope
Miss my **** 40, he can show you how to stretch a bow
I kept fuckin' up, back to back, that shit unexceptional
If I got it and my brother need it, I never tell him no
Mom keep tellin' me move right now, cause I'm a felon, uhh
Fuck a chest shot, **** aimin' for the melon on em
Manifestin' millions, millions I'm manifestin'
Tried to reach for pole, my brother blowed, and now he restin'
Straight murderers and dealers residing in my section
See sum I want, I crank up, it won't take nun but 50 seconds
Uh-huh, when I pull up, back it in, watch my surroundings
Free my **** up the road and in that county
My lil' bitch, she down to ride, she tryna bake a cake
Tryna be cool, dumbass **** fuk round ate the Drac
I come from that field, them trenches made a soldier
I ain't goin' for no bullshit, I ain't Nikola
Thirty said, when you point it, just aim for the shoulders
It got a kick, so it's gon' lift and knock his head over
Back in, hit the lights, we gon sit here til he pull up
Got so many ghetto angels
We got to get back for coola
All that dissin' on lil Costa, fuck round cost him his Medulla
All my young **** be swishin' like it's a hood full of hoopers
Drose, that's my brother, we was thuggin', now he restin'
Ain't no hoes in the studio, just members in the session
He used to be the man
He ain't shit now he tellin'
Your bitch my favorite fan
She say my voice sexy
Free the don and free luh burt
We lost members where it hurt
They caged everybody up, feel like the hood had a curse
High as fuck with Corso, sflame up a wood for a verse
I'ma get me and my **** out the hood off my worth
Manifestin millions
Millions I'm manifestin'
Tried to reach for pole, my brother blowed, and now he restin'
Straight murderers and dealers residing in my section
See sum I want, I crank up, it won't take nun but 50 seconds
When luh Slyme nem on yo ass, it ain't no warning
Out here all night, I won't be back until the morning
You send a drop or we send a lo, and then I'm on it
I don't love her, only call her when I'm horny
Walkin' dolo through the rain and it start stormin'
Don't wanna conversate, don't call my phone less' it's important
I'm not goin' for that bullshit, ho, I'm not Jordan
Knew she was a freak, she ate me up, let me record it
Written by: Jay 2oolie, NARCO97
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