R. Johnson - Warning Shots lyrics

Coop k**a Let the name simmer Hold Dat Rude boy true sinner Lil boy juice be the truth Pockets stay fat like a n***a Bruce Bruce Giving you a dose of the groove Mic check 1 2 n***as still don't know COOP Brooklyn n***a. With the tattoos? Oh that motherf**er rap too? Yeah n***a I'm That dude Show up in the cut wit a strut n***a get buck Jazz n***a sh** I be like SO What Get it? Nah ya n***as Ain't wit it I'm wicked Oz sh** Admit it All these motherf**ers jock mine Lil n***as u like they seen a Glock 9 (Doot-Doot) I JUST KILLED YO ASS Put em in a ditch dissapear yo a** RAD ni**a Who'd've THOUGHT THAT ID EAT THE GAME THAT'S FOOD FOR THOUGHT Boutta give the game everything it want n***as stay ga**ed but Im nonchalant 2 years when my daddy died RiP to pops but he smiling down and he good because I'm fine n***a Style before My time n***a Grandpa puffed with marley While touring sippin' bacardi My circle small an we on it So my kinfolk cool When I get rich My j**els gon' glisten like Mike Glove and I'll moonwalk Like a S-M double O T-H Criminal Chief like A Powhatan Take a trip out to Maryland And Get B-More Bent Turn Up Smoking evergreen in the bean You heard bruh? Dorchester to Mattapan Lawrence n***as my second Fam But they kno this n***a got Brooklyn roots I don't fear no n***a Strait my youte I changed up when Brian got popped Trust no n***a gotta watch my back Always Keep it 1hunna Im the Rada** muhh f**a Who wan dun uss Murdered the the boom-BAP f** with the trap Pay me out front then we leave through back f** a blog cause im bout the money f** her good Becky bolton Woo.haw Bad mon tings Fronto and some bambu Rollin my trees Oh please You can't do the 5Gz Harlem shake Before 03 Pop a ollie before i a pop a molly Smoke and rappin my favorite hobby Skate on all these lames And these b**hes shouting my name They just Tryna get em some fame Man I swear these chicks be insane Poppin' bottles Bottle poppin' And Im smilin Aww man who'd've thought it Dillon Cooper Really bout it God damn I'm a G Real n***a never stuntin' Tell them bustaz quit the frontin' Talk but they ain't Sayin'nothin' [Chorus] I'm sending out warning shots.. Better watch yo back Coop k**a boutta blow sh** up Warning Shots... n***as Finna get dropped Thinking that they in the top spot... Warning Shots Proceed with caution my n***a Cause I'm gonna pull the trigger Sending warning shots Send it round yo block Them Warning shots Sending warning shots... You think y'all Dudes really f**ing With a n***a like me.. Sending warning shots.. Pop 1 Number two Betta run when I get to number 3 Warning Shots Proceed with caution my n***a Cause I'm gonna pull the trigger Sending warning shots Send it round yo block Warning Shots