Intro:
Hah, Hah
Yeah, Yeah, Woah gang
You know what’s going on
Dustero with Final warning 2
This is gonna be some fire shit
You finna fuck with this, trust me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah
Hah, Woah Gang
Chorus:
Bringing that shit to the top, Bop
Fuckin’ your bitch at the store, Ayy
Runnin’ this shit like a American
Man he runnin’ the shit off the honeypack
Man you better not fuck with me
Cause I’m hunnid-cent Armed
Bitch ya be shout shout, Bitch ya be Clout Clout
They seekin’ the phase now
They hate the mood right now
They can’t handle our flow now
They seekin’ reprieve now
Man, This is your Final Warning
Nah Bitch I ain’t playin’ shit
Whenevеr we aim we make a movе out
Better than Choppa his saw
Don’t fuck with the rest don’t fuck with the most
If he snitch put the gun in his mouth
This is your Final Warning, Ayy
This is your Final Warning, Ayy
Verse one:
These bitches keep on sellin’ me
The Recipe is Delacy, I be drippin’ like relish beef
(Ayy, Ayy, Ayy)
Shoot him in head should’ve head on the heart
We finish the beef as soon as you strave
Bitch I choose first why the fuck would I spark
If you really a thug let me see where your heart
If I say catch a body Lil Bitch you catchin’ it?
If I told you run off is you really misaimmin’ it?
If I gave you a rack would you sell that shit?
If you get into shit you gon’ start cappin’ shit?
Where is the smoke cause bitch I’m inhalin’ it
I’m in the zone, and I’m never laggin’ it
I hustle hard, I’m always fuckin’ stackin’ it
I’m flying as hell, man no need for rappin’ it
Where is your help cause I don’t fuckin’ see any
Bitch you don’t want the Fuckin’ smoke
If you try to run up bitch you gon’ start bleedin’ shit
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Chorus:
Bringing that shit to the top, Bop
Fuckin’ your bitch at the store, Ayy
Runnin’ this shit like a American
Man he runnin’ the shit off the honeypack
Man you better not fuck with me
Cause I’m hunnid-cent Armed
Bitch ya be shout shout, Bitch ya be Clout Clout
They seekin’ the phase now
They hate the mood right now
They can’t handle our flow now
They seekin’ reprieve now
Man, This is your Final Warning
Nah Bitch I ain’t playin’ shit
Whenever we aim we make a move out
Better than Choppa his saw
Don’t fuck with the rest don’t fuck with the most
If he snitch put the gun in his mouth
This is your Final Warning, Ayy
This is your Final Warning, Ayy
Verse two:
Man If I step out, they want pics with me
Your lil hoe she a freako
Sucking’ my dick Cummin’ just like mosquito
Said I'ma bust on her face then I’ma do the race
You thought I was Fuckin’ playin’ til’ I whipped out two of my Glocks
Moving at a Fuckin’ fast pace You thought I was fuckin’ playin’, but I’m always on top
Man your lil hoe on her knees while she eatin’ on my skeet
We got lots of green, just like Amber 93 (Woah Gang)
Stacks of green on the scene, Amber 93 got the hustle and the dream, runnin’ the rap regime
Just like Ultralight Beam
We got lotta weed for the motherfuckin’ hood
Chorus:
Bringing that shit to the top, Bop
Fuckin’ your bitch at the store, Ayy
Runnin’ this shit like a American
Man he runnin’ the shit off the honeypack
Man you better not fuck with me
Cause I’m hunnid-cent Armed
Bitch ya be shout shout, Bitch ya be Clout Clout
They seekin’ the phase now
They hate the mood right now
They can’t handle our flow now
They seekin’ reprieve now
Man, This is your Final Warning
Nah Bitch I ain’t playin’ shit
Whenever we aim we make a move out
Better than Choppa his saw
Don’t fuck with the rest don’t fuck with the most
If he snitch put the gun in his mouth
This is your Final Warning, Ayy
This is your Final Warning, Ayy
