Warning Shots

[Intro]
(Uh Uh)
(Uhh)
Info, you hear this bitch slicin'
Road blocks
I'm in this bitch nigga grease life (aye)
OG Muggs, where we at with it (uh huh)
Two twenty-seven, concrete
Let's get it

[Verse 1]
Who got snaps on the petro? (by the pound)
Number eights, black suede, turquoise and grape crush, straps on the retro
Ghettro
PC ass boost mobile twerking (uh) lead cracker
It's a universal code, we meet in person (it's on)
Keep the transaction strictly between the purchase and a merchant (what else?)
All that middle man shit, I can't purp', it make me nervous (I can't)
When yo man don't show the moneys, but he showcasin' the package cut it
Cut and ripped it open, after I did duct taped and wrapped it
Tryin' to pull a fast one
Ghetto triple platinum
Double down on me
And he still owe her for the last one (where we at?)
Fuck the world, came in her face, I used to have have a heart
Talking dirty after dark, gave the game a passion mark
Main engines, money drew out bitches, sport fashion art
[?] a rental
Outside the venue, left the Jag in parked (skirt)
I'm in the [?], finna catch a [?]
Brodie swipin the Amiri's, makin' a fashion mart (ting)

[Chorus]
He shot at, he ain't really wanna kill me, he ain't have the heart
Heard he got killed, they think we did it and we ain't have no parts (at all)
You give a man a brick of fish to see if it sink or swim
Hook, line, sinker, teach him to fish, I bet he catch a shark
Well, it's the part right here, where the pressure starts (when it's on)
When that water get deep, it's a question mark (how deep)
Is you gon' swim or you gon' sink, at that pressure point
Niggas ain't as real as they be seeming, it's a question mark (what else?)

[Verse 2]
Death is a art in itself, we quick to let it spark
Catch you with his mans, I'm paying extra, tell 'em add to cart (double down)
Grab the tarp, tryin' to cover the yacht, I wish I had a heart
So I could fuck a mermaid, sound like Lisa when she mad at Bart (let's get it)
Climbin' up the charts with this ladder
And my Maggie sellin' dope like I'm Homer
Count blues of momma Marge (OJ Simpson)
Pound of platinum cookie, pints of [?], four [?]
We got that 'eat a bunker' and that ol' Archie
So keep it comin', on the low
My brother Marcy told me she got a good head on her shoulder, so smart (oh my Lord)
I need a little pretty bitch, ghetto Barbie
I owe a couple niggas taking hits, who wanna charge me? (free of charge)
It's on the flo', no, this ain't my first rodeo
So don't be tellin' me who tellin', 'cause I don't wanna know (nope)
Hit his hoe, we havin' a fit
Niggas know the scope (sssh), brick or blow
Reppin' the six like I'm smokin' Joe ([?])

[Chorus]
He shot at, he ain't really wanna kill me, he ain't have the heart
Heard he got killed, they think we did it and we ain't have no parts (at all)
You give a man a brick of fish to see if it sink or swim
Hook, line, sinker, teach him to fish, I bet he catch a shark
Well, it's the part right here, where the pressure starts (when it's on)
When that water get deep, it's a question mark (how deep)
Is you gon' swim or you gon' sink, at that pressure point
Niggas ain't as real as they be seeming, it's a question mark (what else?)