WARNING ft. Bagszn J Lyrics

(Turn me up, YC)

Haha

Let's go

They used to hate, tryna talk now

Fuck a drive by, they should call me go walk down

This is the demon, that them niggas brought out

Trap twenty-four-seven, you stupid to call out

Two hundred clips, they spit, you gone now

Now that boy a lil' pack of sum'

How I'm not gonna pack a gun

I got the Runtz and this shit pack a punch

This shit that I got, I ain't passing the blunt

I got two on me, they bussin'

I got like two in the back in the luggage

Sippin' on Wockhardt no Robitussin

Completin' the mission, no room for discussion

My clip tryna hang out

Showed his hand, he a stain now

She a vibe, she ya main, how?

She ain't even see my main house

I'm tryna double back, fuck all the talkin'

I love to shoot, they should put me on offense

Racks off the internet, not in the office

G23, they proceedin' with caution

We takin' life, what's the cost

This Balenciaga, not Lacoste

I can't recall, I can't pull up the cost

I'm tryna win, bounce back from a loss

How you tryna beef, you ain't got what I got

I love to shoot from my spot

If I popped this shit, then I probably forgot

Cockin' this bitch, I ain't turn on the dot

Instagram dissin' and chattin', now we got the lo' and he gettin' got

I got two hoes tryna fuck for commission, and we got the guap

ARP with me it's ready to scream, when we on the block

We just movin' with chops, we gone' make sure he ain't seein' the doc

Don't touch my pants, they expensive, they Vetements

When I'm in the room, they respect like a veteran

Poppin' these pills, that I know that I'm better than

Rocks on my neck like I'm drippin' in sediment

Straight out the slums, I'm just telling my story

They don't know me, but got rings like Horry

Tryna get rich is my only priority

We send a blitz, we ain't sending a warning, ah

I'm that nigga, shit crazy

Just poured a deuce, now a young nigga leanin'

I just took a sip now a young nigga, feinin'

Can't fuck with no hoes, I ain't givin' out semen

In love with the Scat

I still be rollin', when got a flat

Choppa got kickback, knock off his hat

They thought I fell off, but I'm still on track

Run it up, run it up, niggas can't see me

Niggas gone' hate when they see me on TV

I know why you hate, 'cause you just wanna be me

Envious niggas, just give me a break

If you want a plate, getchu some racks and go fly outta state

State Farm nigga, I don't fuck with the jakes

I'm a stand up guy, nigga I don't like to wait

Stay down with my brothers, 'cause niggas be fake

Yeah niggas be fake, haha

Pull up on your block, yeah nigga we gone' slide in some skates

Ha, whole lotta money

Whole lotta money, man these fuck niggas gone' need 'em a rake

Ha, shout out my brother

Lets go, woah, woah woah

Hm, hm, hmm

Yeah, yeah YC, let's go