The Warn up Freestyle

[Intro: Roney]
It's Rondawg
Don't get close, man (It's Snowman, the producer)
We in it
But they already know how I been comin' though, so let's get it, man
Yeah

[Verse: Roney]
Personally, I was on the block, with that third-degree (Bah)
Heat that would turn these niggas clothes into burgundy (Burgundy)
Goin' in like burglary, DGC, we purge your streets (Burglary, uh)
Roney, know you heard of me, niggas wanna murder me (Murder me)
Listen, I'm a bigger deal, hammer with the heavy steel
Chef up in the block, in the trap, I was makin' meals (Makin' meal)
Drop it in the water, then I shock it, like a fuckin' eel (Water, water)
We don't waste time, carve heads, like orange peels
Keep a fire flame, turn your main into oatmeal
Let 'em stop, drop, then he roll, like a fire drill (Drop)
I don't need to pop a pill, green like a soccer field (Nah)
Opps tellin' me that they ain't opps, and it's not for real
If you wanna plee, don't see me, go see Doctor Phil (Go see him)
Young OJ, and you just old, like the downer pill (These niggas old)
You a old geezer, that bitch was a skeezer (Skeezer)
So, I had to leave her, trade her for my Niner (The bah, bah, bah)
Live in a reality, your life is a blooper (Bah, bah, bah)
Oppers always preeing me, nigga, you a snoozer (Snoozer)
I don't sleep, nigga, I don't even get tired (Not at all)
Drop the work in the water, scuba diver (Drop the work)
Got my hand over the heat, like camp fires (Camp fires)
The Glock look like a blow dryer (A blow dryer)
My nigga, H, is Freddy Krueger, when I'm Michael Myers (Mike Myers)
Pop up, where you niggas sleepin'? These niggas tired (Don't sleep)
Homie, you the brokest, you gon' need more bread (Broke, broke)
Speedin' in the fast lane, you niggas is mopeds (I'm done)
I'm a make the Coke stretch, I'm a make her pussy stretch (I'm done)
Drop bands on your head, like [?]
Gunnin' from a court flex, marijuana compressed (Yeah)
Smokin' in my cell, by myself, just to ease the stress (Ease the stress)
Every day it's shoes on, Mindy in the phone [?] (Got it)
Coolin' with the docks den, rappin' over beatbox
Nigga, you weren't punchin', I was doin' lunges (Uh)
Eatin' breakfast, lunch, dinner, and brunches (Brunches)
Shorty sayin' I'm gettin' fat, I don't need a six-pack
Hit it like a real nigga, Roney, ain't no waste man (Nah)
Shoot it 'til the TEC jam, lookin' for the next man (Jam, nah)
I don't need no aim, I'll shoot that nigga, with my left hand
Came up when I sold grams, now I fuck with [?]
City's mine, Roney, grind, I don't mean a slow jam (Slow jam)