The Warning

And that's all you hear when the gang out Niggas tough and wanna gang bang til they stupid ass getting banged out Goofy nigga lost his dead man's now his stupid as to the same route Niggas seeing that we next up Everbody wanna be the gang now Bizzle back, we got the gang now Hatin, turning into fame now Lost some bitches; They be trying to play me Cause my side bitch, she my main now On the road now, I'm doing shows I done lost niggas, niggas changed now Remember back when we had no guns Now we toting guns in the game now and it's still f*ck the opps on that sucka shit Ain't no discussion, See in my car cannot bust in it Cops hit the block then I'm flushing it Shooting the L, I get back I don't give up my government Bitch, we on top and I'm loving it And I'm not hitting no spot If I can't have my gun in it Not for my hood, they don't come in it And we just got a new plug He got Macs with the drum in it And we got glocks with extendos longer than pencils Try me, get swiped like a kindle Pull up and roll down the window Spazz on they block and get low And then jump in the rental Killer is all that I send through Mama, she worried a lot cause that shit that I'm into Drink til it f*ck up my mental Stay with this gun on my waist cause that shit that I've been through Will gone, I don't really give a f*ck now All my niggas on the 8, come pull up now If I'm running to an opp, better duck down All these niggas sharing one gun so they tough now All them bitches on dick, trying to f*ck now Banga boys, BBE, we wassup now Baby 9 in the car, keep it tucked down Feel like EOF cause the way they mad at us now F*ck the opps, where they at? They aint scorin All hittas on the 8 getting on Rambo, Blackout, JB, Huncho Lil Nas got a Banga and Von couple shots to the top then we spinning round the block Making sure all them niggas stay gone Then we back on the 8 Smoking blocks to the face Smoking opps, f*ck them niggas, they ain't scoring Now it's time to kick up on these niggas Swear on my son, I don't f*ck with these niggas Think should I sit back and just stunt on these niggas Or load up the Mac and go hunt for these niggas Bitch up, I'm next now its done for these niggas The summer here, watch how I come for these niggas No features, no hooks Don't got nothing for these niggas Its only the gang and just some of these niggas Still fighting with this gun case I have the pain in my eye when I'm looking at my son's face Smoking dope till my lungs ache these niggas jumping from my spot like a nigga did a pump fake Eating rappers like a lunch cake Keeping money over bitches She be lucky she get one date Getting money at a fun rate Still praying for my city Niggas scared cause the gun rate