This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]

Back of the liqueur store bout´ to blaze this joint
Got some dice in my hand
My man says six is your point
Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller
Take the money then I run son
I´m a lover and a killer

This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]

I feel like god and the devil
I´m a saint
I´m a sinner
I´m a hard rocking´
Hard headed
Hard sick summer winner
I´m a kush blazing´
Bush chasing
Product of the city
And I ain´t asking for your love
And I don´t want your pity
So girl don´t talk about me shitty
Don´t act all high and ditty
If your man keep playing me funny
I´mma come take all his money
And leave him holy from this blessing
With my four pound smith and Wesson
Better watch out who you´re stressing
Fuck around you´ll learn your lesson

This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]

Back of the liqueur store trying to break these chumps
Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy´s handing out lumps
Trying to shake these bones
I´m trying to get these shoes
But yo they all think Whitey´s cheating
Cause tonight I can´t lose.
They wanna take my funds
But I´mma blaze my guns
We´re burning sensations
And heart palpitations
Why you breathing so heavy
While your palms are sweaty
And if you thinking bout´ a stick´ move
Word to god you ain´t ready

This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]