Lyrics:

This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]



Back of the liqueur store bout' to blaze this joint

Got some dice in my hand

My man says six is your point

Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller

Take the money then I run son

I'm a lover and a killer



This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]



I feel like god and the devil

I'm a saint

I'm a sinner

I'm a hard rocking'

Hard headed

Hard sick summer winner

I'm a kush blazing'

Bush chasing

Product of the city

And I ain't asking for your love

And I don't want your pity

So girl don't talk about me shitty

Don't act all high and ditty

If your man keep playing me funny

I'mma come take all his money

And leave him holy from this blessing

With my four pound smith and Wesson

Better watch out who you're stressing

Fuck around you'll learn your lesson



This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]



Back of the liqueur store trying to break these chumps

Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy's handing out lumps

Trying to shake these bones

I'm trying to get these shoes

But yo they all think Whitey's cheating

Cause tonight I can't lose.

They wanna take my funds

But I'mma blaze my guns

We're burning sensations

And heart palpitations

Why you breathing so heavy

While your palms are sweaty

And if you thinking bout' a stick' move

Word to god you ain't ready



This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]