Lyrics Warning Shot - Hymn

I told em this year give it all I got
I catch a opp and imma lay him at the corner spot
I keep on squeezing till he leaking and I'm at the top

I told em this year give it all I got
I catch a opp and imma lay him at the corner spot
I keep on squeezing till he leaking and I'm at the top
I'll be the illest in my city till my casket drop
I pull up on em make a nigga run up out his socks
The Rollie on em diamonds dancing all up on the clock
Just pass the ball I'm always scoring seconds for the shot

Hold on
Stay there
Run-up
Take care
2 Shots
Play fair
Uwop

This why I'm always at the foul line they say this my chance well I told them that it's bout Time
All about my chips I grab the chalk and make the outline
Yeah I like to body beats and niggas blocking my shine

And I Forget to count my calories cause I been eating good unlike you niggas watching Salaries
Take a picture hang it on the wall make a gallary
Chase a bag never chase a bitch why you mad at me

I want a check like every week or so bleach all in my hair I'm going beasty like I'm ichigo
Reap and sow gang all talk in lingo only we should know
Keep it low bitch caught a body bout a week ago

I told em this year give it all I got
I catch a opp and imma lay him at the corner spot
I keep on squeezing till he leaking and I'm at the top
I'll be the illest in my city till my casket drop

I build my defense till I'm fortified I can't take the pain that's why I told em I get more Than high
Feeling like I'm litty bang on niggas like the Jordan sign
They can't kill my soul they mad forever I'm immortalized

I try and tell you niggas all the time thank god I ain't have to hold the grip or carry on the 9
Baby you look good don't take it off just pull it to the side
Everytime you hit me up I tell you that I'm on the grind

Bloody hit my jack he told me finna slide and we eating anybody plate it's always dinner Time
Money moves nigga pick and choose you down for the ride homicide this the type of shit To make ya momma cry
Columbine everything you got put it onna line
Summer time niggas make it hot like a drummer line
Rocket in my pocket like I'm rondo with a number
I never left my brothers in the cold i told em come inside