Warm Up (feat. Slimmy B & ALLBLACK)

Ooh, punk rock, bitch, free Deuce Block Jody

Kony motherfuckin' Ginobili

Fuck you niggas talkin' about, nigga, yeah

ShooterGang, nigga

Ah, this my shit man, look, look

I do the little puzzle, know what I'm sayin'

Ah, ah, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm a well known shooter, screamin' F-A-B (Fuck a bitch)

If she choose me, she just ride it like an ATV

To chase me, I need bands, like pay my fee

So when it's all said and done, I'ma swim in her cheeks

I don't sleep

You wasn't yellin' gang last week (Nah)

My main bitch tweak 'cause my hoes on fleek

I'm a beast, put a nigga on a white tee

G lock, one fist, you tryna excite me, bite me

All the cops is tryna indict me

I don't smoke tree, I smoke suckers

Slap the wrong song, you a dead motherfucker

Pick a bitch out, she was hoeing undercover, don't judge

Bitch throw cooter, I just run off on the plug

I supply dope dick, he supply dope love

Hit him in his mouth, touch his brain like drugs

You don't shoot, how the fuck your gun clean like dub? (Nigga)

Me and Kony in this bitch, huh?

And if I'm to the neck, it's me and .40 in this bitch

Hit them suckers, get to shootin' like I'm Kobe in this bitch

Hit the thooter then I dip, leave her lonely in this bitch

Niggas hate me, told the bitch come pay me (Broke bitch)

Speakin' down on me for some puss, niggas mainy

Glock on the ground but the clip hold KD

Stick on me, I'll rock a fella like Jay-Z

Fuck all that talkin', where the dough at?

If you ain't tryna pay me then you know where the door at

CLS Benz, ain't no lease, niggas own that

See an opp in traffic, ain't no cappin', bitch we on that

Throw that ass back, stop playin' with it

Never cuffin', you know I'ma let the gang hit it

If you ain't drop on this mud then you ain't sippin'

And your main bitch the reason a nigga chains hidden, nigga

Look your bitch in her eyes, ask her if she know me

Last night I was on tip like ShooterGang Kony

Break a white bitch pockets, Lamar on Khloe

Ride through by pushin' up, I fade him like Kobe

Cold side pillowtalking, I'ma 304 him

Jake and Jesse James shootin' like '02 Ginobili

I don't tote .40's, I wear choppers and pumps

No shell trace, hit him with that tre-pound black skunk

Seem like I always bum my hand when I give him a chance

Feel like Steph when that bitch got blood on his pants

Or in that function when that bitch turned you down for a dance

Drop it to the clap or that D-Lo "No Hoe"

I was at breakfast, restocked bacon, you offer, and eggs

Like rose gold with that pistol strapped to her leg

Like Metro Boomin with that pot scarf around his head

Like when you walk in and I'm fuckin' your wife in your bed

The warm up