Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warning Shots, artist - Slim Jesus. Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Warning Shots |
| Y’all know how the fuck we rockin' man |
| Whole lotta gang shit bitch |
| Everybody know my name put respect on it |
| I justed copped a new whip spent a check on it |
| Rubberband Cartel |
| You ain’t really with the shits |
| Put them Glocks up |
| Free the gang out that mafuckin' locked up |
| Like a janitor yo ass can get mopped up |
| So you better have yo' gun when we Pop up |
| If I really want you gone |
| I ain’t gone diss you |
| I put my shooters on yo' ass |
| They gone blitz you |
| We be blasting off those guns like some missiles |
| I got 50 in this drum I ain’t gone miss you |
| Steppin' out with my 30 yea', we Pop out |
| Catch an opp on his ass let them shots out |
| Wait outside in the whip, 'till he walk out |
| Gun Shot gun shots now it’s cop sounds |
| Rob the plug hit his ass with the fake out |
| Glizzy on me, give a fuck if the jakes out |
| If you really want smoke, bring the K out |
| Put his ass in a box, like some take out |
| Fuck that bitch, then I fuck on her cousin |
| She give me brain that’s concussion |
| I been on the map since a youngin |
| Had to run up a bag, now I’m thumbin' |
| We ain’t locking bitch, we get to drummin' |
| 40 shells leave you hot like the summer |
| When we pull up they know how we comin' |
| When they see us I bet they start running |
| Got the pack and got robbed, you got nothin' |
| You ain’t makin' no money quit bluffin' |
| Stop all of that tweeting you frontin' |
| My savage will kill you for Nothing |
| Balmain on my ass cost a G |
| You ain’t smokin' on gas, that shit weak |
| If he want a verse, that’s a fee |
| I fell in love with the blue cheese |
| If he tweakin' I’ll shoot at a fiend |
| Try to rob, then I’ll give his ass wings |
| Goofy ass you can’t run from a beam |
| The Glock take him right off his feet |
| It’s a lot of sneak dissin' for some fuckin' clout |
| Goofy ass don’t lose your life tryna run yo' mouth |
| He say he got them shooters, tell him bring them out |
| If he hiding in his crib then we wet his house |
| I was fucking on his bitch on his momma couch |
| ‘Cause she know I got them bandz in my bank account |
| I’m not just anybody, I can’t walk around |
| That’s why I pull up in a foreign with the top down |
| I be rocking all designer from my head to toe |
| Let a fuckboy try to rob me, boy I can’t go |
| I ain’t going for that shit, somebody let him know |
| If he run up on me wrong i’ma let it blow |
| Gang gang gang gang |
| Y’all know how the fuck we rockin' man |
| Whole lotta gang shit that sane shit |
| 2K17 shit bitch |
| Rubberband Cartel |