blaq jay - warning(freestyle) lyrics
i pull up wit 30 g’s
you want some smoke
we get you hit
kamakazi blow the heat
i want some head
come blow this beat
no c.i.d
i trap and rap
no b.i.g
abstainace n+gga
i ain’t f+ck no biatchie
i ont give a d+mn
i drip a dam
i smoke like cam
dropping hits on beats
until they clap they hands
always shoot my shot
they dug that missed they head
i been thuggin in the streets
i miss my bed
they gon stab my back
i feel, i bleed
i see x3
he a hoe
how he don’t see
that his lil b+tch wet like the sea
come and c e e
you might buy it wen yu 63
glock go g g g
hundred rounds feel like 33
really ballin wit this n+ggas
jordan feel like 23
ramfly banging on this beat
melodies got em 30’s 3
watch yu finna do
i’m with your boo
i finna give yu blues
my goons gon spray your roof
like nle
them choppas fly, they flew
i snay i trap and rap
i roll a joint until i touch the blue and
i’ma keep on trappin rappin n+gga until i buy me leui
you d.i.e
murda flows the gang on v. i. p
my g’s
gon spray, i hit
run the block i stand on my 2 feet
hits off, masterpiece
i k!lled the beat like rest in peace or peee
i finna hit the l!ck, double cup we don’t sip no tea
so many demos in my pc
i’m so strong like ppc
i’m desparado on em glizzies
gang gang shine like vv’s
i pop a bottle wen i pop a pill
i’m pushing p p
i pop a bottle wen i pop a pill
i’m pushing p p
we wildin out, we be outside
we ain’t got no pride
want a foreign, want a drop
in a lambo live
heard them shoots
heard them shoots fired
and em n+ggas ryding
pop a pill
let the dope fly
real ones don’t die
this just a warning for this folks
bullets give holes
this just a warning for this hoes
yu better lay low
this just a warning for this hoes
pull out a stindo
this just a warning for this hoes
cuz i said so
you act like tooka
lil n+gga you better know we smoke a lot
switch a produce
i got rarri behind machine he does a lot
polo g i feel like 1300 but i ont cap a lot
we smoke a lot
we trap a lot
you in the kitchen cooking pots
send hundreds shots
it’s gettin dark
we hit his block
he ain’t got no glock
run outta luck
legendary pac
thug life left a mark
trappin f+ck the flex
they like n+gga ballin
i’m like yea
i’m higher off a jet
and a n+gga smellin
got the stank
paper chasing yea
want me all the guap
and all the racks
they call me blaq
you wonder why
cuz i’m always rolling jays
hop in a coupe
what would it do
i could have shoot
god kept me cool
hop in a coupe
what would it do
i could have shoot
god kept me cool
i could have shoot
god kept me cool
this just a warning
for allo dis fools
i could have shoot
god kept me cool
this just a warning
for allo dis fools
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