Warning Shots - Sha Hef

These sounds ain’t no warning shots when that gun bark

.50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark

Pussy niggas playing me close, don’t get your son chalked

Pussy niggas doing the most, don’t get your lung hawked

Niggas want war, scope on a rifle aimed at your front door

I don’t need no safety I got one hell of a front for

Done for, hit 'em and roll up like what you front for

Dump more like I got gift cards to the gun store

Pussy nigga tryna lose nine lives for one whore

Outta ammo, I pistol whip him 'til I break son jaw

Shoulda asked your lil man’s 'bout me, they tell you some raw

Made a 100k on the road and ain’t been on one tour

Crossfit, fuck around get hit with the crossbow

Lost soul, bullets’ll hit you, rip up your torso

Sloppy nigga, nerve of these coppers to try and copy niggas

Missed my last show, I got caught up meeting with papi, nigga

Lock a nigga, I’ll pop you nigga, your only option nigga

These niggas can’t hold me back

Trust me it ain’t no stopping, nigga

Pull up waving that chopper, nigga

Turn a phantom to the opera, nigga

Big strap, no kickback, that clip tote as he pop a nigga

Run New York like Sinatra nigga, got a chip on my shoulder

Big as the sun but it ain’t as big as my gun

Brought a knife to a fight, I brought a stick with a drum

Black Market, Out The Mud, we built this shit from the crumbs

Team strong, shoot with precision or get the beam on

Beam Jawn, Tech with the Fanta, I get my bream on

Joe Clark, hollow’ll hit him and get his neen on

Say you in the gym but I heard you getting your fiend on

Ease up, when I yell Eastside they throw B’s up

Duck him in his mouth then I stomp him until he seize up

Try me nigga, please put your G’s up, put your cheese up

I’ma take his head off his shoulders though if he freeze up

No rules, I ain’t got no rafe or no jewels

But I got shooters with no heart and no screws

Hoes choose, we ain’t choosing 'em, that’s that duck shit

No chill, all my niggas been on that fuck shit

Buckshots, one don’t kill him, he on some luck shit

Ten more, hit him and knock him all out his Trukfit

Past due, I don’t make nothing that you could dab too

Gangster shit, this that music niggas get stabbed too

Ain’t wanna rap in months, but fuck it nigga I had too

So I could make the shit that these niggas cook up and bag too

Heavy in the streets, see Hunnit Round ain’t no peon

Any block I think I see money I put some D on

Intercept the pack and I bring it back like I’m Deon

Got two birds in that Neon, my blood colder than freon

Think you fucking with me lil nigga than throw a Ki on

Even if I die they gon' bump my shit for a eon

All that type-a shit that you niggas on, know that we on

Take your head off for a trophy, feel like I’m Cleon

Hunnit Round Hef, DB8, you know what we on

Hottest young nigga in rap, nigga the phenom

These sounds ain’t no warning shots when that gun bark

.50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark

Pussy niggas playing me close, don’t get your son chalked

Pussy niggas doing the most, don’t get your lung hawked