Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warning Shots, artist - Sha Hef. Album song Krime Pays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Warning Shots |
| These sounds ain’t no warning shots when that gun bark |
| .50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark |
| Pussy niggas playing me close, don’t get your son chalked |
| Pussy niggas doing the most, don’t get your lung hawked |
| Niggas want war, scope on a rifle aimed at your front door |
| I don’t need no safety I got one hell of a front for |
| Done for, hit 'em and roll up like what you front for |
| Dump more like I got gift cards to the gun store |
| Pussy nigga tryna lose nine lives for one whore |
| Outta ammo, I pistol whip him 'til I break son jaw |
| Shoulda asked your lil man’s 'bout me, they tell you some raw |
| Made a 100k on the road and ain’t been on one tour |
| Crossfit, fuck around get hit with the crossbow |
| Lost soul, bullets’ll hit you, rip up your torso |
| Sloppy nigga, nerve of these coppers to try and copy niggas |
| Missed my last show, I got caught up meeting with papi, nigga |
| Lock a nigga, I’ll pop you nigga, your only option nigga |
| These niggas can’t hold me back |
| Trust me it ain’t no stopping, nigga |
| Pull up waving that chopper, nigga |
| Turn a phantom to the opera, nigga |
| Big strap, no kickback, that clip tote as he pop a nigga |
| Run New York like Sinatra nigga, got a chip on my shoulder |
| Big as the sun but it ain’t as big as my gun |
| Brought a knife to a fight, I brought a stick with a drum |
| Black Market, Out The Mud, we built this shit from the crumbs |
| Team strong, shoot with precision or get the beam on |
| Beam Jawn, Tech with the Fanta, I get my bream on |
| Joe Clark, hollow’ll hit him and get his neen on |
| Say you in the gym but I heard you getting your fiend on |
| Ease up, when I yell Eastside they throw B’s up |
| Duck him in his mouth then I stomp him until he seize up |
| Try me nigga, please put your G’s up, put your cheese up |
| I’ma take his head off his shoulders though if he freeze up |
| No rules, I ain’t got no rafe or no jewels |
| But I got shooters with no heart and no screws |
| Hoes choose, we ain’t choosing 'em, that’s that duck shit |
| No chill, all my niggas been on that fuck shit |
| Buckshots, one don’t kill him, he on some luck shit |
| Ten more, hit him and knock him all out his Trukfit |
| Past due, I don’t make nothing that you could dab too |
| Gangster shit, this that music niggas get stabbed too |
| Ain’t wanna rap in months, but fuck it nigga I had too |
| So I could make the shit that these niggas cook up and bag too |
| Heavy in the streets, see Hunnit Round ain’t no peon |
| Any block I think I see money I put some D on |
| Intercept the pack and I bring it back like I’m Deon |
| Got two birds in that Neon, my blood colder than freon |
| Think you fucking with me lil nigga than throw a Ki on |
| Even if I die they gon' bump my shit for a eon |
| All that type-a shit that you niggas on, know that we on |
| Take your head off for a trophy, feel like I’m Cleon |
| Hunnit Round Hef, DB8, you know what we on |
| Hottest young nigga in rap, nigga the phenom |
| These sounds ain’t no warning shots when that gun bark |
| .50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark |
| Pussy niggas playing me close, don’t get your son chalked |
| Pussy niggas doing the most, don’t get your lung hawked |