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slim jesus – warning shots lyrics

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y’all know how the f-ck we rockin’ man
whole lotta gang sh-t b-tch

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 sh-ts
put them glocks up
free the gang out that maf-ckin’ locked up
like a janitor yo -ss 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’ -ss
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 -ss 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 -ss with the fake out
glizzy on me, give a f-ck if the jakes out

if you really want smoke, bring the k out
put his -ss in a box, like some take out
f-ck that b-tch, then i f-ck 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 b-tch, we get to drummin’
40 sh-lls 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 k!ll you for nothing
balmain on my -ss cost a g
you ain’t smokin’ on gas, that sh-t 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 -ss wings
goofy -ss you can’t run from a beam
the glock take him right off his feet
it’s a lot of sneak dissin’ for some f-ckin’ clout
goofy -ss 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 f-cking on his b-tch 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 f-ckboy try to rob me, boy i can’t go
i ain’t going for that sh-t, 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 f-ck we rockin’ man
whole lotta gang sh-t that sane sh-t
2k17 sh-t b-tch
rubberband cartel

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