Lyrics Final Warning - NLE Choppa

Final Warning

Dun, dun, dun
NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Damn E, this shit exclusive
Ayy, ayy
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don’t get into that, we leavin' it to
Don’t inform me about who informing, that’s yo' final warning
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain’t never make it back
Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Slide by myself before I call a nigga
My fingernails dirty 'cause I’m still a gravedigger
And we ain’t cappin', don’t ask if we never pulled a trigger
And Goon steady putting up in his Swisher
Never been the one to say the day, I’m the one clutchin' on the Drac'
Make sure he don’t get away, a opp the only thing I chase
In a full race the back of his neck hit the ground to the K
Walk to him, C Grape stood over, put one in his face
Murkin' what my soul say
I’m slidin' with this stowaway
My heater for a cold day, leave a nigga in disarray
Better stay up in the house like the nigga from That’s So Raven
Catch that nigga walkin' out, we in the bushes, we been waiting
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don’t get into that, we leavin' it to
Don’t inform me about who informing, that’s yo' final warning
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain’t never make it back
Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Ayy, smilin' on my mugshot 'cause I know my bond money good
I ain’t missed a heartbeat, I’m out the next day it’s understood
To the Broward County Police, lick my nuts and suck my wood
First day tray nigga you start mugging, wish a nigga would
Doing donuts in the SRT, I crashed into a tree
Rolls truck the next week, money ain’t mean shit to me
Ridin' with a full clip, but the gas tank on E
Slidin' like a cruise ship, wet you up like a jet ski
Livin' to a hundred and three, that’s the OG Grape in me
Auntie wanna pray for me, better pray for my enemies
Life ain’t gave me lemons so I start clutchin' the lemon squeeze
Had a AR, and two Glocks,.223's
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don’t get into that, we leavin' it to
Don’t inform me about who informing, that’s yo' final warning
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain’t never make it back
Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that