Just Warming Up

[Intro]
These niggas thought they had one up on you
Yeah
You that nigga boy
Pass that shit

[Verse]
What's the deal with these goofys?
Don't ask me nothing about last week
Tits and ass cheeks the track athletes
And I'm the shooting guard with the pen
My government name rhymes with sicker plus I'm vicious
Pal Springs guns in arm's reach
My loud speak different languages, I do the same with chicks
Pick the manuscript boy, you just don't know
Niggas want the same machine that made Esco blow
Technomarine watch black wrist band with the V in the face
The world so cold I keep the heat on the waist
I'm needing my space, beating the case now it's body bags
Shotty blast, money cash hoes if you want a bag
Choose your options, you in the loser's bracket
Traffic jam flow better than the express lane
The tech wave, spray all the civilians then do a song about killing over a drilling ass beat
And kill the shit then fill the whip with pussy juice
Then hump the streets that got titty meat
Go over a chick how she really geek
You think niggas living on planet Mars, what an idiot, fucking dumb ho
Your man would shit his pants if he saw the size of my gun ho
Got kicked out of Friday's on a Friday for being fried while ordering beer
Now them hoes showing me their rear
Don't argue with bitches you better keep it G
You better do that shit like you keep the weed
Bitches see how we kick it so they take their shoes off
Everytime a rapper get a new op
Everytime I rap I get a new fan
I started with seventeen now I'm up to 100 grand
Spit so cold they ask where summer at
Spit so hot I'm in your momma's pad
(C'mon let me say that shit one more time nigga)
Spit so cold they ask me where summer at
I spit so hot nigga I'm at your momma's pad
She old as shit she gonna get this dick though baby