WARNING Lyrics

Come round here we don't no warnings

Get, hit up in the morning

Oppas are lame they're moving all boring

Sending these shots lay him down now he's snoring

Might put ten in his back like Messi

Don't stress me my bitch undress me

Down on your knees like you trying to bless me

Watch your mouth when you want to address me

I'll show you to my bitch, small and thick

I call her Nina

She's dirty and likes to spit out bullets

That's my nine millimeter

Iced out the Rolexes & Audemars

We're whipping this shit in the new foreign cars

Got new cuban links and all Cuban cigars

We aim for moons and we're shooting the stars

Randy Orton I got voices in my head

I know hittas real killas I'm a legend in the flesh

She wondering like why she always in my bed

Shawty asking me for breakfast but I gave her dick instead

Ridin round the city

My brother just rode in a Bentley

G Wagons I look at ceilings

Non existent none prevent me

That girl is so fine that I'm screwing

I fuck her guts now she's just spewing

The vivid pictures that I'm painting

She's always asking what I'm doing

Come round here we don't no warnings

Get, hit up in the morning

Oppas are lame they're moving all boring

Sending these shots lay him down now he's snoring

Might put ten in his back like Messi

Don't stress me my bitch undress me

Down on your knees like you trying to bless me

Watch your mouth when you want to address me

We come unexpected, this gun's unprotected

We're leaving the scene with this blood on our denim

The Porsche Carrera this nine mil Beretta

His soul disconnected we shot him with venom

Try talking on me then just talk on the net

Were leaving that block now his mum's all upset

This pack is from hell and were smoking he's dead

When I smoke on this Cali I never feel stressed

I've been grinding too long

I could never move wrong

Racks come in from these songs

Hundred bills in her thong

Hundred bills in her thong

I've been grinding too long

I could never move wrong

Racks come in from these songs

That choppa that choppa

I feel like I'm Rocky

I'm spazzing in every song

Someone come stop me

Mercedes Mercedes

A truck like G Wagon

We shootout like Compton

My crew get to capping

Grab the nank and then clean it

Bleach it, ballie on now I'm creeping

Stab him up and the coroner's cleaning

Beaming your future's just dead no meaning

Known for four doors nines in the ride

We do the seeking we don't hide

Got me a freak bitch I keep on the side

And when I look down she swallows her pride

Now she's texting and getting attached

Sorry baby think we're mismatched

No need to overreact

Blocked her number her heart collapsed

Come round here we don't no warnings

Get, hit up in the morning

Oppas are lame they're moving all boring

Sending these shots lay him down now he's snoring

Might put ten in his back like Messi

Don't stress me my bitch undress me

Down your on knees like you trying to bless me

Watch your mouth when you want to address me