Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Final Warning , by - NLE Choppa. Release date: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |