Warning Shots - DJ Muggs, BOLDY JAMES

Info, you hear this bitch slicin'

Road blocks

I’m in this bitch nigga grease life (aye)

OG Muggs, where we at with it (uh huh)

Two t wenty-Seven, concrete

Let’s get it

Who got snaps on the petro?

(by the pound)

Number eights, black suede, turquoise and grape crush, straps on the retro

Ghettro

PC ass boost mobile twerking (uh) lead cracker

It’s a universal code, we meet in person (it's on)

Keep the transaction strictly between the purchase and a merchant (what else?)

All that middle man shit, I can’t purp', it make me nervous (I can’t)

When yo man don’t show the moneys, but he showcasin' the package (cut it)

Cut and ripped it open, after I did duct taped and wrapped it ()

Tryin' to pull a fast one

Ghetto triple platinum

Double down on me

And he still owe her for the last one (where we at?)

Fuck the world, came in her face, I used to have have a heart

Talking dirty after dark, gave the game a passion mark

Main engines, money drew out bitches, sport fashion art

a rental

Outside the venue, left the parked (skirt)

I’m in the, finna catch a

Brodie swipin the, makin' a fashion mart (ting)

He shot at, he ain’t really wanna kill me, he ain’t have the heart

Heard he got killed, they think we did it and we ain’t have no parts (at all)

You give a man a brick of fish to see if it sink or swim

Hook, line, sinker, teach him to fish, I bet he catch a shark

Well, it’s the part right here, where the pressure starts (when it’s on)

When that water get deep, it’s a question mark (how deep)

Is you gon' swim or you gon' sink, at that pressure point

Niggas ain’t as real as they be seeming, it’s a question mark (what else?)

Death is a art in itself, we quick to let it spark

Catch you with his mans, I’m paying extra, tell 'em add to cart (double down)

Grab the tarp, tryin' to cover the yacht, I wish I had a heart

So I could fuck a mermaid, sound like Lisa when she mad at Bart (let's get it)

Climbin' up the charts with this ladder

And my Maggie sellin' dope like I’m Homer

Count blues of momma Marge (OJ Simpson)

Pound of platinum cookie, pints of, four

We got that 'eat a bunker' and that ol' Archie

So keep it comin', on the low

My brother Marcy told me she got a good head on her shoulder, so smart (oh my

Lord)

I need a little pretty bitch, ghetto Barbie

I owe a couple niggas taking hits, who wanna charge me?

(free of charge)

It’s on the flo', no, this ain’t my first rodeo

So don’t be tellin' me who tellin', 'cause I don’t wanna know (nope)

Hit his hoe, we havin' a fit

Niggas know the scope (sssh), brick or blow

Reppin' the six like I’m smokin' Joe ()

He shot at, he ain’t really wanna kill me, he ain’t have the heart

Heard he got killed, they think we did it and we ain’t have no parts (at all)

You give a man a brick of fish to see if it sink or swim

Hook, line, sinker, teach him to fish, I bet he catch a shark

Well, it’s the part right here, where the pressure starts (when it’s on)

When that water get deep, it’s a question mark (how deep)

Is you gon' swim or you gon' sink, at that pressure point

Niggas ain’t as real as they be seeming, it’s a question mark (what else?)