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letra de warning shots - sha hef

wake yo’ punk -ss up n-gga (punk f-ggot)
y’all wanted some attention here it come (there it go)

[hook x2]
these sounds ain’t no warning shots when that gun bark
.50 cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark
p-ssy n-ggas playing me close, don’t get your son chalked
p-ssy n-ggas doing the most, don’t get your lung hawked

[verse 1]
n-ggas want war, scope on a rifle aimed at your front door
i don’t need no safety i got one h-ll of a front for
done for, hit ’em and roll up like what you front for
dump more like i got gift cards to the gun store
p-ssy n-gga tryna lose nine lives for one wh0r-
outta ammo, i pistol whip him ’til i break son jaw
shoulda asked your lil man’s ’bout me, they tell you some raw
made a 100k on the road and ain’t been on one tour
crossfit, f-ck around get hit with the crossbow
lost soul, bullets’ll hit you, rip up your torso
sloppy n-gga, nerve of these coppers to try and copy n-ggas
missed my last show, i got caught up meeting with papi, n-gga
lock a n-gga, i’ll pop you n-gga, your only option n-gga
these n-ggas can’t hold me back
trust me it ain’t no stopping, n-gga
pull up waving that chopper, n-gga
turn a phantom to the opera, n-gga
big strap, no kickback, that clip tote as he pop a n-gga
run new york like sinatra n-gga, got a chip on my shoulder
big as the sun but it ain’t as big as my gun
brought a knife to a fight, i brought a stick with a drum
black market, out the mud, we built this sh-t from the crumbs
team strong, shoot with precision or get the beam on
beam jawn, tech with the fanta, i get my bream on
joe clark, hollow’ll hit him and get his neen on
say you in the gym but i heard you getting your fiend on
ease up, when i yell eastside they throw b’s up
duck him in his mouth then i stomp him until he seize up
try me n-gga, please put your g’s up, put your cheese up
i’ma take his head off his shoulders though if he freeze up
no rules, i ain’t got no rafe or no jewels
but i got shooters with no heart and no screws
hoes choose, we ain’t choosing ’em, that’s that duck sh-t
no chill, all my n-ggas been on that f-ck sh-t
buckshots, one don’t k!ll him, he on some luck sh-t
ten more, hit him and knock him all out his trukfit
past due, i don’t make nothing that you could dab too
gangster sh-t, this that music n-ggas get stabbed too
ain’t wanna rap in months, but f-ck it n-gga i had too
so i could make the sh-t that these n-ggas cook up and bag too
heavy in the streets, see hunnit round ain’t no peon
any block i think i see money i put some d on
intercept the pack and i bring it back like i’m deon
got two birds in that neon, my blood colder than freon
think you f-cking with me lil n-gga than throw a ki on
even if i die they gon’ bump my sh-t for a eon
all that type-a sh-t that you n-ggas on, know that we on
take your head off for a trophy, feel like i’m cleon
hunnit round hef, db8, you know what we on
hottest young n-gga in rap, n-gga the phenom

- sha hef

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