CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Warning Shots
(Intro : Unknown)
You think you hard, you not hard, at all
What you gonna do homie? keep f**king crying like a b*t*h?
Or you gone get sum nuts up out yaself?
(Chorus)
Undead running sh*t I get you mopped up
Natural selection when the Glock bust
Now you got 'ya little hands all wrapped up
You ain't want me to reload, b*t*h don't act tough
(Don't act tough)
(Verse)
Undead ain't a dumper, Ima muhf**kin' dropper
Notorious with the choppa
Have 'em like who shot 'ya?
Internet talker, Ima real like monster
Aim it at 'ya baby-momma, aim it at 'ya doctor
You want war? Bring the heat like a sauna
Running that mouth you just like the drama
Watch him run, beat his ass like a boxer
You ain't tote sh*t, I tote grenade launchers
Faggot ass n***a, I could tell by 'ya posture
21 savage n***a, all I do is slaughter
Fake story ass, n***as wannabe authors
Walk 'round this b*t*h, better move with caution
Dump a whole drum violence my only option
Yea, violence my only option
Running that mouth, Undead rise conjure
Face plant in the dirt, Only real prosper
(Bridge)
Yea! It's the demon in this b*t*h!!
We sending warning shots then we start aiming for 'ya head!!
Blow 'ya f**kin' face off faggot!
It's survival of the fittest!
p*ss on 'ya grave type sh*t!
(Chorus)
Undead running sh*t I get you mopped up
Natural selection when the Glock bust
Now you got 'ya little hands all wrapped up
You ain't want me to reload, b*t*h don't act tough
(Don't act tough)
You think you hard, you not hard, at all
What you gonna do homie? keep f**king crying like a b*t*h?
Or you gone get sum nuts up out yaself?
(Chorus)
Undead running sh*t I get you mopped up
Natural selection when the Glock bust
Now you got 'ya little hands all wrapped up
You ain't want me to reload, b*t*h don't act tough
(Don't act tough)
(Verse)
Undead ain't a dumper, Ima muhf**kin' dropper
Notorious with the choppa
Have 'em like who shot 'ya?
Internet talker, Ima real like monster
Aim it at 'ya baby-momma, aim it at 'ya doctor
You want war? Bring the heat like a sauna
Running that mouth you just like the drama
Watch him run, beat his ass like a boxer
You ain't tote sh*t, I tote grenade launchers
Faggot ass n***a, I could tell by 'ya posture
21 savage n***a, all I do is slaughter
Fake story ass, n***as wannabe authors
Walk 'round this b*t*h, better move with caution
Dump a whole drum violence my only option
Yea, violence my only option
Running that mouth, Undead rise conjure
Face plant in the dirt, Only real prosper
(Bridge)
Yea! It's the demon in this b*t*h!!
We sending warning shots then we start aiming for 'ya head!!
Blow 'ya f**kin' face off faggot!
It's survival of the fittest!
p*ss on 'ya grave type sh*t!
(Chorus)
Undead running sh*t I get you mopped up
Natural selection when the Glock bust
Now you got 'ya little hands all wrapped up
You ain't want me to reload, b*t*h don't act tough
(Don't act tough)
