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



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 [sample x3]



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 [sample x3]



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 [sample x3]