Changes Im Warning You by Aquil Smith Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can someone tell these niggas I am not to be fucked with
Fuck a sober get-together, where's the real function
Wrong for that, but I don't know where my bag of fucks went
Walk into your home like "Nigga where the drugs is?"
Always keep the blunt lit. Wild like I'm crumping
Shit ain't no layup weed, bitch I'm slam dunking
To some of my niggas this is something that I gotta say
If you don't wanna lose your homie, stay the fuck out my way
Former misfit, trying to get my dick licked
From a thick bitch...who stay caking like a krimpet...
Bitch I'm on a mission
To be the Top Dawg and I ain't talking 'bout Kendrick
Bitch I'm Jimi Hendrix. Make a movie with some thicky hippie hipsters
Fuck their best friends and their sisters
These niggas is my sons, you better call me mister
Sippin orange soda like my name is Vic Mensa
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Fuck these mouthy niggas, filibusters. I'm that Philly busta
Finna bust a nut on any sluts butt after saying "what's up"
A weird fuck but I could care less
Jamal King leaves the pussy red like it's embarrassed
I'm trying to get the rap game off, "are you there yet?"
'Cus I'm cumming soon on a laptop near you
Hotter than June. My ego is huge, as well as my dick. She wet as monsoons
Make her precipitate, gravity dissipates. On cloud nine and blowing your mind
Running like a faucet while these niggas look exhausted
I've got flow you will never menopause it
Got a problem, solve it. Feed a vegan sausage
Illest and the realest, make you nauseous. Be cautious
Got your girl doing anything. I'm a Klondike
From the hood where niggas shoot guns and ride bikes
Paparazzi bitches twatching. Taking shots on sight
Rise of the underdogs. Nigga it is our time
[Hook]
Can someone tell these niggas I am not to be fucked with
Fuck a sober get-together, where's the real function
Wrong for that, but I don't know where my bag of fucks went
Walk into your home like "Nigga where the drugs is?"
Always keep the blunt lit. Wild like I'm crumping
Shit ain't no layup weed, bitch I'm slam dunking
To some of my niggas this is something that I gotta say
If you don't wanna lose your homie, stay the fuck out my way
Former misfit, trying to get my dick licked
From a thick bitch...who stay caking like a krimpet...
Bitch I'm on a mission
To be the Top Dawg and I ain't talking 'bout Kendrick
Bitch I'm Jimi Hendrix. Make a movie with some thicky hippie hipsters
Fuck their best friends and their sisters
These niggas is my sons, you better call me mister
Sippin orange soda like my name is Vic Mensa
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Fuck these mouthy niggas, filibusters. I'm that Philly busta
Finna bust a nut on any sluts butt after saying "what's up"
A weird fuck but I could care less
Jamal King leaves the pussy red like it's embarrassed
I'm trying to get the rap game off, "are you there yet?"
'Cus I'm cumming soon on a laptop near you
Hotter than June. My ego is huge, as well as my dick. She wet as monsoons
Make her precipitate, gravity dissipates. On cloud nine and blowing your mind
Running like a faucet while these niggas look exhausted
I've got flow you will never menopause it
Got a problem, solve it. Feed a vegan sausage
Illest and the realest, make you nauseous. Be cautious
Got your girl doing anything. I'm a Klondike
From the hood where niggas shoot guns and ride bikes
Paparazzi bitches twatching. Taking shots on sight
Rise of the underdogs. Nigga it is our time
[Hook]