[Intro]
Warning Shots..
[Verse 1]
Coop Killa, let the name simmer
Hold Dat, rude boy true sinner
Little boy juice be the truth
Pockets stay fat like a n*gga Bruce Bruce
Giving you a dose of the groove
Mic check 1-2
n*ggas still don't know COOP
Brooklyn n*gga. With the tattoos?
Oh that motherf*cker rap too?
Yeah n*gga I'm that dude
Show up in the cut wit a strut
n*gga get buck
Jazz n*gga sh*t, I be like SO What
Get it? Nah ya n*ggas ain't wit it
I'm wicked, Oz sh*t, admit it
All these motherf*ckers jock mine
Lil n*ggas u like they seen a Glock 9
(Doot-Doot)
I JUST KILLED YO ASS
Put em in a ditch dissapear yo ass
RAD n*gga
Who'd've thought that I'd eat the game, that's food for thought
Boutta give the game everything it want
n*ggas stay gassed but Im nonchalant
2 years when my daddy died
RiP to pops but he smiling down and he good because I'm fine n*gga
Style before my time n*gga
Grandpa puffed with marley
While touring sippin' bacardi
My circle small an we on it
So my kinfolk cool
When I get rich
My jewels 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*ggas my second Fam
But they kno this n*gga got Brooklyn roots
I don't fear no n*gga
Strait my youte
I changed up when Brian got popped
Trust no n*gga gotta watch my back
Always Keep it 1hunna
Im the Radass muhh f*cka
Who wan dun uss
Murdered the the boom-BAP
f*ck with the trap
Pay me out front then we leave through back
f*ck a blog cause im bout the money
f*ck 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*tches 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*gga 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 Killa boutta blow sh*t up
Warning Shots...
n*ggas Finna get dropped
Thinking that they in the top spot...
Warning Shots
Proceed with caution my n*gga
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*cking
With a n*gga like me..
Sending warning shots..
Pop 1
Number two
Betta run when I get to number 3
Warning Shots
Proceed with caution my n*gga
Cause I'm gonna pull the trigger
Sending warning shots
Send it round yo block
Warning Shots