Warning Shots by Kd Capone Lyrics
You ain't really with the shits
Put those gloc' s up
Pull up with a couple clips
Light your block up (grahh)
Nigga you's a broke boy
Get your guap up
You don't know when we coming
We do pop ups (haha)
I ain't gone keyboard kill
I ain't gone diss you (NOPE!)
I put TK on your ass
He gone get you (that's my brother)
Red dot night time, I can't miss you
Bitch it's a 100 rounds in this blicker (BOOM BOOM!)
Stepping out with these gloc's
Yeah we pop out
We gone ride through CL
With these gloc's out
If I ain't got the deuce with me
You get knocked out
Stand over a dread head
And knock his locs out
Send that fund for your verse
To my PayPal
Gloc got a nigga running
For the safe house
Free that boy Armani
Out the statehouse
Ima eat that lil bitch
Like some takeout
You know how we coming
We keep gloc's on us
Do the dash in a rari
When the cops on us
Catch us lackin' never see it
We keep knots on us
Ima let off this blicker
If the opps on us
Fuck that bitch
Then I fuck on her cousin (ughh)
Balling like Demarcus Cousins
Your girl like the way
I be thumbing
Put that metal to your head
I'll call it concussion
We pull on your block
Get to bussin'
40 like a toaster
Trying to bake sum
Stop all of that tweaking
You frontin'
Lil TK
Will kill you for nothing (BITCH!)
You know I'm posted on the 3 (that's the block)
You ain't smoking on loud
That shit weak
(HAHA)
You know that I got that
Bleu cheese
You know that I'm counting
This green
They run
When we hit the scene
Lil goofy
You can't duck this beam
Spent 1500
On my feet
Y all niggas sneak dissing
Just to get some clout
Corey lost his life
Trying to run his mouth (HAHA)
Yeah bitch we tote them hammers
We gone bring em' out
Clip like Blocboy
Don't make a sound (shhh)
Remember looking for change
Up in the couch
Now it's commas and zeros
In my bank account
I be laying low when the cops out
Me and Spazz in a foreign
With the top down
I be dripping all designer
From my head to toe
Got a choker round my neck
It's colder than some snow
Man Capone ain't going
Somebody let him know
If that nigga run up wrong
Ima let it blow (grahhh)
GANG GANG GANG GANG
( Man I swear free all our guys 6300 bitch! HAHA! You ain't really with the shits put those gloc's up haha Shout out my boy Lil Spazz man you know how we coming man, Spazz GANG or don't bang!)
Put those gloc' s up
Pull up with a couple clips
Light your block up (grahh)
Nigga you's a broke boy
Get your guap up
You don't know when we coming
We do pop ups (haha)
I ain't gone keyboard kill
I ain't gone diss you (NOPE!)
I put TK on your ass
He gone get you (that's my brother)
Red dot night time, I can't miss you
Bitch it's a 100 rounds in this blicker (BOOM BOOM!)
Stepping out with these gloc's
Yeah we pop out
We gone ride through CL
With these gloc's out
If I ain't got the deuce with me
You get knocked out
Stand over a dread head
And knock his locs out
Send that fund for your verse
To my PayPal
Gloc got a nigga running
For the safe house
Free that boy Armani
Out the statehouse
Ima eat that lil bitch
Like some takeout
You know how we coming
We keep gloc's on us
Do the dash in a rari
When the cops on us
Catch us lackin' never see it
We keep knots on us
Ima let off this blicker
If the opps on us
Fuck that bitch
Then I fuck on her cousin (ughh)
Balling like Demarcus Cousins
Your girl like the way
I be thumbing
Put that metal to your head
I'll call it concussion
We pull on your block
Get to bussin'
40 like a toaster
Trying to bake sum
Stop all of that tweaking
You frontin'
Lil TK
Will kill you for nothing (BITCH!)
You know I'm posted on the 3 (that's the block)
You ain't smoking on loud
That shit weak
(HAHA)
You know that I got that
Bleu cheese
You know that I'm counting
This green
They run
When we hit the scene
Lil goofy
You can't duck this beam
Spent 1500
On my feet
Y all niggas sneak dissing
Just to get some clout
Corey lost his life
Trying to run his mouth (HAHA)
Yeah bitch we tote them hammers
We gone bring em' out
Clip like Blocboy
Don't make a sound (shhh)
Remember looking for change
Up in the couch
Now it's commas and zeros
In my bank account
I be laying low when the cops out
Me and Spazz in a foreign
With the top down
I be dripping all designer
From my head to toe
Got a choker round my neck
It's colder than some snow
Man Capone ain't going
Somebody let him know
If that nigga run up wrong
Ima let it blow (grahhh)
GANG GANG GANG GANG
( Man I swear free all our guys 6300 bitch! HAHA! You ain't really with the shits put those gloc's up haha Shout out my boy Lil Spazz man you know how we coming man, Spazz GANG or don't bang!)