NO WARNING ft. NARCO97 Lyrics

It's 106 miles to Chicago

We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes

It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses

Hit it

When luh Slyme nem on yo ass, it ain't no warning

Out here all night, I won't be back until the morning

You send a drop or we send a lo, and then I'm on it

I don't love her, only call her when I'm horny

Walkin' dolo through the rain and it start stormin'

Don't wanna conversate, don't call my phone less' it's important

I'm not goin' for that bullshit, ho, I'm not Jordan

Knew she was a freak, she ate me up, let me record it

Everybody changed on me all a sutton, I feel like Courtland

He a lil boy to me, I might gotta kill the baby like abortion

Not satisfied with our artillery, need more sticks, uh

Shawty act like she not feelin' me, won't force it, uh uh

K4P and BSG that's what I'm steppin' for

Niggas be fakin' for IG, but never let their weapon blow

Junkie choice of drug, that Tan, he asked me if I'm sellin' dope

Miss my nigga 40, he can show you how to stretch a bow

I kept fuckin' up, back to back, that shit unexceptional

If I got it and my brother need it, I never tell him no

Mom keep tellin' me move right now, cause I'm a felon, uhh

Fuck a chest shot, nigga aimin' for the melon on em

Manifestin' millions, millions I'm manifestin'

Tried to reach for pole, my brother blowed, and now he restin'

Straight murderers and dealers residing in my section

See sum I want, I crank up, it won't take nun but 50 seconds

Uh-huh, when I pull up, back it in, watch my surroundings

Free my niggas up the road and in that county

My lil' bitch, she down to ride, she tryna bake a cake

Tryna be cool, dumbass nigga fuk round ate the Drac

I come from that field, them trenches made a soldier

I ain't goin' for no bullshit, I ain't Nikola

Thirty said, when you point it, just aim for the shoulders

It got a kick, so it's gon' lift and knock his head over

Back in, hit the lights, we gon sit here til he pull up

Got so many ghetto angels

We got to get back for coola

All that dissin' on lil Costa, fuck round cost him his Medulla

All my young niggas be swishin' like it's a hood full of hoopers

Drose, that's my brother, we was thuggin', now he restin'

Ain't no hoes in the studio, just members in the session

He used to be the man

He ain't shit now he tellin'

Your bitch my favorite fan

She say my voice sexy

Free the don and free luh burt

We lost members where it hurt

They caged everybody up, feel like the hood had a curse

High as fuck with Corso, sflame up a wood for a verse

I'ma get me and my niggas out the hood off my worth

Manifestin millions

Millions I'm manifestin'

Tried to reach for pole, my brother blowed, and now he restin'

Straight murderers and dealers residing in my section

See sum I want, I crank up, it won't take nun but 50 seconds

When luh Slyme nem on yo ass, it ain't no warning

Out here all night, I won't be back until the morning

You send a drop or we send a lo, and then I'm on it

I don't love her, only call her when I'm horny

Walkin' dolo through the rain and it start stormin'

Don't wanna conversate, don't call my phone less' it's important

I'm not goin' for that bullshit, ho, I'm not Jordan

Knew she was a freak, she ate me up, let me record it