lirik lagu dillon cooper – warning shots
[intro]
warning shots..
[verse 1]
coop k!lla, let the name simmer
hold dat, rude boy true sinner
little boy juice be the truth
pockets stay fat like a n-gga bruce bruce
giving you a dose of the groove
mic check 1-2
n-ggas still don’t know coop
brooklyn n-gga. with the tattoos?
oh that motherf-cker rap too?
yeah n-gga i’m that dude
show up in the cut wit a strut
n-gga get buck
jazz n-gga sh-t, i be like so what
get it? nah ya n-ggas ain’t wit it
i’m wicked, oz sh-t, admit it
all these motherf-ckers jock mine
lil n-ggas u like they seen a glock 9
(doot-doot)
i just k!lled yo -ss
put em in a ditch dissapear yo -ss
rad n-gga
who’d’ve thought that i’d eat the game, that’s food for thought
boutta give the game everything it want
n-ggas stay g-ssed but im nonchalant
2 years when my daddy died
rip to pops but he smiling down and he good because i’m fine n-gga
style before my time n-gga
grandpa puffed with marley
while touring sippin’ bacardi
my circle small an we on it
so my kinfolk cool
when i get rich
my jewels gon’ glisten like mike
glove and i’ll moonwalk
like a s-m double o t-h criminal
chief like a powhatan
take a trip out to maryland
and get b-more bent
turn up, smoking evergreen in the bean
you heard bruh?
dorchester to mattapan
lawrence n-ggas my second fam
but they kno this n-gga got brooklyn roots
i don’t fear no n-gga
strait my youte
i changed up when brian got popped
trust no n-gga gotta watch my back
always keep it 1hunna
im the rad-ss muhh f-cka
who wan dun uss
murdered the the boom-bap
f-ck with the trap
pay me out front then we leave through back
f-ck a blog cause im bout the money
f-ck her good
becky bolton
woo.haw
bad mon tings
fronto and some bambu rollin my trees
oh please, you can’t do the 5gz
harlem shake before 03
pop a ollie before i a pop a molly
smoke and rappin my favorite hobby
skate on all these lames
and these b-tches shouting my name
they just tryna get em some fame
man i swear these chicks be insane
poppin’ bottles
bottle poppin’
and im smilin
aww man who’d’ve thought it
dillon cooper
really bout it
god d-mn i’m a g
real n-gga never stuntin’
tell them bustaz quit the frontin’
talk but they ain’t sayin’nothin’
[chorus]
i’m sending out warning shots..
better watch yo back
coop k!lla boutta blow sh-t up
warning shots…
n-ggas finna get dropped
thinking that they in the top spot…
warning shots
proceed with caution my n-gga
cause i’m gonna pull the trigger
sending warning shots
send it round yo block
them warning shots
sending warning shots…
you think y’all dudes really f-cking
with a n-gga like me..
sending warning shots..
pop 1
number two
betta run when i get to number 3
warning shots
proceed with caution my n-gga
cause i’m gonna pull the trigger
sending warning shots
send it round yo block
warning shots
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