Warning Shots (Lil Wayne Diss)

[Lil Wayne]
Gillie man, I don't think you niggas should really fuck with me
The gun off me urgently workin' and twerkin' it perfectly

[Intro]
Hah
Ay titter, ha ha
Ay L, man I can't believe this
[?]
Goddammit Dwayne

[Verse 1]
Ho
Goddammit Dwayne Carter
You kissed Stunner in his mouth, what you Birdman daughter? (you real?)
You mention the Kid and you know Philly way hard
You ain't Birdman Junior silly you're Gillie J.R
Ask around the town
I cover the order (huh)
If you the Fireman then I'm a cold bucket of water (splash)
I cool you down as fast as you heated up (uh huh)
Cause you ain't even you, you're just Gillie repeated up, speeded up
I'm two seated up, outside white, inside tan and brown
Shorty you's a hand me down
Stunna old crib
Stunna old whips
You even wife Trina that's Stunna old bitch (stupid)
You're nothin' like a G you're more like a broad
You're Weezy F Baby but F stands for fraud (uh huh)
Come along man you're nothin' like a threat
Four albums in and ain't receive a publishing check

[Chorus]
Stop playin' with me boy
Lil Wayne (uh huh) 'fore a OG spank you with the (cannon) (uh huh)
Give you all seventeen shots from the (cannon) (uh huh)
Shorty you ain't never ever ever been a (cannon)
Stop playin' with me boy
Lil Wayne 'fore a OG spank you with the (cannon) (uh huh)
Give you all seventeen shots from the (cannon)
Show you what to do with a beat from that (cannon)

[Verse 2]
You don't really want that, want me, must I
Cause a fiasco like Lupe when he touched sky
Face break sort of like mold when you touch pies
You ain't never touch pies nigga, I think you touch guys
Kissin' baby all in his mouth
What the fuck nigga
Small time hustle and flow, just a fuck nigga
Gun for gun, toe to toe, I don't give a fuck nigga
Jump like Jack In The Box, you know what's up nigga (yea)
You're more than a swagger jacker
You a lifestyle thief, I mean you're you but you wanna be G
Because I'm what you're not, thorough
Wasn't raised in the ward or a borough
Zone or a set but I'm a threat
See I Osama bomb ya
I'm 'bout to show the kinks in ya armor
Expose them holes in your story
The fiction in the road to your glory
You fake Milli Vanilli, get slapped silly by Gillie
You're not real, not ill, not hard, a knock off
Wrong boss, young money, young dummy, cut from the wrong cloth
I'm Oswald you Kennedy plotted the wrong course
My gun's XXL, you got the wrong Source
You dont wanna a war with my army, go get ya navy up
Bosses only talk to bosses, wake Baby up
I mean what you got to prove to these niggas
You know you, you know I'll put the tool to you nigga
Whole time around cash money tutored a nigga
I guess that's what that coke and exstacy'll do to a nigga

[Chorus]
Stop playin' with me boy
Lil Wayne (uh huh) 'fore a OG spank you with the (cannon) (uh huh)
Give you all seventeen shots from the (cannon) (uh huh)
Shorty you ain't never ever ever been a (cannon)
Stop playin' with me boy
Lil Wayne 'fore a OG spank you with the (cannon) (uh huh)
Give you all seventeen shots from the (cannon)
Show you what to do with a beat from that (cannon)

[Outro]
Now little nigga this just a warning shot
Next time its gonna get real ugly
You hear me?
I mean I know too much youngin
Like stop playin with me, this grown man shit around here
You know what I'm sayin I could really expose you
I know why the Sqad left (I know why they left)
I know about y'all gettin stuck out in Memphis and couldn't move the tour bus cause you didn't have gas money
You had to get a western union Birdman J.R
Come on nigga
Nigga you got four albums out nigga and ain't received a publishing check (not one of 'em)
Ay Stunner give that nigga his money
You a rotten ass nigga man
Ay Wayne man wake up nigga everybody didn't leave for nothin man (shout out to Juve)
Come on dog (B.G.)
Oh he bought you a Phantom (Mannie Fresh)
You like a ho nigga, you get mad just buy him a pair of shoes nigga
Come on man
And oh yea, ay slim
Suck a nigga dick nigga
You blind muthafucka
Ay Dwayne stop playin wit me lil nigga
It's gon' get real ugly youngin
I mean
You like a lil chipmunk wit a fuckin dirty mop on your head Cut it out man
I just wanna know
When did it become cool Dwayne
For Daniel-san to disrespect Mr. Miyagi?
Wax on, wax off
Fuck outta here nigga, when I came around Cash Money man
Ya’ll niggas was wearing FUBU jerseys and soft-toe Reeboks man
Now it’s Prada this, Roberto Cavalli that
Now everythings bathing ape
And that's Pusha and them shit man
Oh I know, yeah you too, I know, I know, yeah me too
Fuck outta here man