WARM BLOODED Lyrics

Don't say a word

Amen

I said, don't say a word

Look, a motherfucker gonna try to rob me

Well, I'm gonna show you how we do it up here in Pinkies,

Nigga I wasn't trying to rob you

Shut up

Or I'll bust a cap up in your ass

Now, what you done done with DeDe and Roach

DeDe is my pe

Shut up

Now, who sent you, nigga

Nobody sent me

Say another motherfucking word and this shit is over

I ain't playing, nigga

Now, you ain't got no gun, but where the weed at

I ain't got no weed

Shut the fuck up

Shut up

Ah

Oh, shit

Say it again

Say something else

Oh

Say something else

Say something else

Niggas say I'm sick and I'm the antidote

Bust a melon, split and they cantaloupe

Lions watching, dipping antelope

Sniper position, just panning the scope

One for the knockers, but it blended the dope

Salt, harder than coke

So any way you look at it, this man is dope

A few grams to smoke, whipping like yams of coke

So it's to the point, go ham or broke

Pictures be a thousand word, videos like camera spoke

Home of the D's, we the reason they demand the spokes

We jump and jam and yolk

Call your girls whenever we need some mams to poke

Riots in the Hyatt's, we buy it and light it

Write it, recite it,

They like it and buy it

Nothing but truth inside it, so you can't deny it

Excited like Heaven said that you was invited

Once inside it,

Man, you was enlightened by your highness's highness

Exactly why I ball like your Iris

Silence the haters, trying to minus when our minds is timeless

They all nosey, sinus and allergies

My salaries, amounting hourly

Our pockets getting fatter, counting calories

Inner visions intuitions, so nothing that y'all doing's astounding me

Mozzarella manager, just counting cheese

Unlimited amounts I need, ? please

Routes and speeds to get the fetty

We stay ready, heavy

Why y'all look like Debbie

Your fake thugs recognize we caked up

We do dirt to make dust

Yard work, look what

We raked up, say what

Why; Who want what when and where

I'mma let you know, how you can meet me there

We always ready to ride, like a spare full of air

Rock out like people on porches with gray hairs in they chairs

Cartiers, blocking haters

Stares and glares, thinking they the bomb

But they barely busting blanks and flares

And I don't think it's fair, this a mismatch

So gifted with this rap, that I should've been born gift wrapped

So blessed that all I can do, really is give back

Bes believe, whatever y'all wanna do, we done did that

My syntax is intact, to be exact

Shittin' EX-laxs, new boo's

Got what my ex's lacked

Chevy trucks, yes, the Lac

Cuz got the Lincoln limo Stretch black,

We used to stress that

He had to stretch the crack

Cali connects, sending products we'd expect that,

Feds try to intercept packs

Real hip-hop heads catch the track

Ain't impressed with racks; we needin' houses and hotels

Needin' spouses and mo mail

Mo hit man, to ensure that the snitches don't tell

I spit it for the non-?bottas, who they didn't go so well

The world done pissed you off, yo swear they all could just go to hell

Thinkin' liberty is more than some broken bell

Like we supposed to have lesser lives cause we ain't go to Yale

Sayin' we couldn't get pass where they thought most would fail

Trapped in the system, cemeteries and go to jail

But through all the broken shells and smoke inhaled

Glows prevail, spoken and tell

To help you get to see, no swell

And let our toastes yell

Coast-to-coast sales, and got them coast sales

Goin' postal with the vocals, far from local

Tryin' to control the total globals

Like our offices oval gangsta, conscious, soulful

Elementary, my dear dummies call it old school

This food for thoughts Goodie Mob, called it soulful

Man, I'm just doin' my job, as I just rocked through the pro tools

Los really goes hard, like y'all niggas supposed to

For our Pax men, I swear that we would ghost you

Rest in peace, t-shirts on everybody you close to

So if I was to truly speak, to that one booty cheek

I'ma let all you niggas know, that that half-assin won't do, nigga