Warning Shot

I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it real I'ma keep it real, I'ma keep it real Yo, shoutout to uh, the gang Just kidding, I got no gang, I ain't trust nobody bro Yeah, they call me Lil' Juice, but you can call me Lil' Sneak up I ain't talking with a bitch unless she got at least a C cup You think you're funny, but you're about to taste my fuckin' sneakers Drip drip drip so fucking' much, I guess that I'm a leaker I guess I'm an artist with a drug problem I guess I got six slugs in my 38 with your name on em You're so fuckin' lame, I had to keep running game on em Ya he don't know my real name, I'm about to hit a stain on em I was in the third grade when I got my first shotgun With my dad shooting shit, it's so motherfuckin' fun Oh I hear you like to talk shit, now you motherfuckin' done Lil' make the block hot like the motherfuckin' sun Damn, he really got shot, brains busted out his head Then he really got shot, shoulda watched what he said You can call me Lil' Juice, but I pump big lead I'm aiming for your body and I'm aiming for your head I guess I'm an artist with a drug problem