Songtexte Warn - Drew

This a warning cause I'm
About to pop shit, really No I'm about to pop shit
Number one up in the Draft pick, innovator of This rap shit
This that Final warning to the Competition so you better Listen this is my year
I been really buzzing
Like a light year you ain't Fucking with me bitch
I'm top tier ugh!
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up, shit
Who you know drop like
This, who you know pop
Like this, who you know
Drop 2 two songs in a row
Each week gone put us on
The map like this, who
You know rap like this
Who you back this quick
Who you know go so hard
I can broads that are dyke
Like dick
Shit I'm Mike Vick when
He played for the Falcons
Fly as Mellenium Falcons
They hear the verse and
They knowing the
Outcome I put a X on Your head like you Malcolm
Shit I'm Usaine No you never could Outrun, Chick that is
Looking astounding
I got some plays that are
Hitting a thousand, this is A warning when I drop My album shit!
I got plays down south in
Houston, shout out to
Whitney, I got plays way
Down in Loui, shout out
To Boosie, I got plays way
Up in Queens, shout out
To 50, every time I drop
A track, a bucket 50 game!
This a warning cause I'm
About to pop shit, really No I'm about to pop shit
Number one up in the Draft pick, innovator of This rap shit
This that Final warning to the Competition so you better
Listen this is my year
I been really buzzing
Like a light year you ain't Fucking with me bitch
I'm top tier ugh!
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up, shit
Murder the beat it get put
In a casket, no I don't ever
Do practice I feel like Allen when I hit the Basket, I got the torch
Shit you picking up
Matches killing these Rappers this shit getting
Drastic, killing you Angela
Bassets all of these rappers
Is really you some actors
They hear the flow and You know that they jack
It shit
Spit a 16 with a Tre, all
Net like I'm in the Bay
Eat these rappers like it's
Anna Mae, hate these Rappers like a triple K
I'm from the home of the
SuperSonics, I'm rolling
Up on that super chronic
I got the juice like it's Gin
& Tonic, they hear the
Flow and they know I'm On it
I'm about to jump from
The free throw, shit a
And 1 plus a free throw
Shit I smoke green no
Cee-Lo, shit my wrist
Cold Sub-Zero, and my
Left looking Ginobli, how
Don't these rappers don't
Know me, about to go Back to the old me, bout
To go back to old me! (Woah!)
This a warning cause I'm
About to pop shit, really No I'm about to pop shit
Number one up in the Draft pick, innovator of This rap shit
This that Final warning to the Competition so you better
Listen this is my year
I been really buzzing
Like a light year you ain't Fucking with me bitch
I'm top tier ugh!
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Run it up, run it up, shit