Warning lyrics

[Hook]
We tried to give you a warning
Slide on yo block at the end of the night
Probably come back in the morning
And yo b*tch trying to stay over tonight
Shell be back in the morning
I lie to her told her im catching a flight
I had that b*tch sucking di*k the whole night
You can run but you cannot hide
Bullets fly inside
Wherever you ran in side
Had to go get me some money
I woke up and wasn’t satisfied
We taking risk day to day
I never did 9 to 5s

[Verse 1]
Its coming too many ways
Split up, hit yo block different ways
Fonem hopped out through the alleyway
They finna cook him like Rachael ray
f*ck n*ggas done thought it was Fannie may
We clapping but naw this ain't Pattie cake
He trying to come up he a die today
With that rocket I feel like Shane battier
And my wrist cost too much
I don’t need to clean it too much
Fonem got standard clips up in the blic
Sometimes that 30 too much
I hit that hoe the first day
You been trying to f*ck for 2 months
You gone need more than first aid
We pushing you back like 4monhts
Im high as the wing of Airplane
I mix og with white runts
I fell back off Balmain
Amiri’s alone cost too much
We treat n*ggas like ku klux
Really dont f*ck with them too much
And whats under the hood of my jeep
Ain't worried bout the police too much
I put my b*tch up in a Rolex
She don’t even wear it enough
Them n*ggas praying I fell off
But they ain't praying enough
f*ck around get you knocked off
If you keep playin wit us
We in yo crib like we staying wit ya
Waking you up like we laying with ya

[Hook]

[NLE CHOPPA]

I Never die a 9 to 5
b*tch I was working the block
Pull up in yo neighborhood
Im shooting my shot til an opposition drop
All the violence committed
You know I can't stop
b*tch I run from the cops had the dope in my sock
b*tch I name my choppa Milly, Make a n*gga rock
The witness traumatized left him up in shock
And I ain't do the murder, I was there
Sike b*tch!
Hit him wit the strap like a n*gga was a dike b*tch
I be popping Percocet
You be snorting on that white sh*t
And b*tch im the man off in this b*tch
You a side kick
I was in juvie, First day first trays
Knocking a n*gga out
We was in trap whipping dope
With a 100 Glocks in the couch
Sneak dissing on the internet
Don’t get into that ima close ya mouth
b*tch im too damn high where the ceiling at?
Drugs got me crashing out
Gps said 30 minutes so a n*gga had to take another route
Cause a n*gga trying to put 100 something shots
In my opposition mama house

Yea!
Yea! YEA YEA!

NLE b*tch

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