No Warnings ft. Mr. Fritz Lyrics

Black hoodies and black gloves

Rap till every night is black Henny and backrubs

Before the pandemic all the homies would mask up

Till all my niggas eating like we did it for black love

One time harass us, Opps gon attack us

Said opposites attract, I'm down to clap till y'all backup

I'll raise a black fist like the Panthers, product of Marcus Garvey

Them liquor stores round the corner and anyone tryna harm me

I'm cold niggas

Say my name and it's over...

(NO WARNINGS)

Say my name and it's over...

(NO WARNINGS)

Say my name and it's...

My stock rose like the hands of a florist

Y'all some funny niggas, Hannibal Buress

For the chips, I'll come and scramble ya circuits

You to me, a plastic bag to a Birkin

All my niggas is working

All ya songs gon need to land at a circus

Clown niggas

Act up, I hundred round niggas

Blaow

Nothing to quiet down niggas

I'm oh-one' Jigga; I built my own, I don't owe one nigga

A thing, so recognize, kiss the ring, then keep it pushing

I-M the family, Gordon Ramsay, I keep it cooking

Wade in oh-six

No way to slow this

Go from minimum wage to Vegas boat trips

The mission, keep it a buck while you lames is fo-fifths

Strip

Get in the game, get a range and most kicks

Bitch

Till then I stay with a gang that smokes spliffs

Rich

The only mission is slang the most hits

Till I'm covered in chains and rings like "oh shit!"

It's over

Say my name and it's over...

(NO WARNINGS!)

Say my name and it's over...

(NO WARNINGS!)

Say my name and it's...

Come and step into the ring with the big belly boss

Ain't doing pictures, disrespect and get ya celly tossed

Best hide ya bitches, it ain't nothing for a telly charge

She bus it open and that pussy catch a belly flop

Vigilante, hardcore to the penis

Got it down to a tee, y'all boys to the cleaners

Told me I should go pop, but I don't wanna be a

Onomatopoeia lil mama imma see ya

I'm a demon with flows, clean up ya region for dough

Reach and I'm squeezing till you gone need you some bleach for ya clothes

Got a legion of foes, peep em, I'm keeping em close

Got me some fans, but my haters I really need em the most

Keeping the toast be making niggas break fast

Letting off shots till these bumbaclots shake ass

The punisher coming, hundreds will run in to ya place, masked the fuck up

Might clap ya muva thinking you done with this with

No Warnings

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious

Anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers

And you will know

My name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee