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warning - lotto savage lyrics

[intro]
yeah
man down
i ain’t gon’ keep going back and forth
y3
this your warning
lotto savage

[chorus]
shots fired (shots fired), man down (man down)
you ain’t talkin’ guap, n-gg-, stand down (cash)
hundred racks bustin’ out the bag now (bust down)
vs pointers, promise they gon’ stand out (stand out)
this is your warning (warning), warning (warning)
warning (warning), warning (warning)
warning (warning), warning (warning)
warning (warning), warning (warning)
this is your warning (warning), warning (warning)
warning (warning), warning (warning)
warning (warning), warning (warning)
warning (warning), warning (warning)

[verse 1]
shots fired (shots fired), man down (uh-huh, man down)
you ain’t talkin’ guap, n-gg-, stand down (stand down)
actin’ like you got it, bring them bands out (bring it out)
playin’ like you tough, we knock your mans out
this is your warning (warning), warning (warning)
spray the block up while they yawnin’
this is your warning (warning), warning (warning)
reverse the clip, transform it
this is your warning (warning), warning (warning)
that beef i grill, george foreman
this is your warning (warning), warning (warning)
we let them bullets rain, we got it storming, yeah
.223, big scope
lotto acid c-ke, i’m the big pope (i swear)
it’s murder she wrote, i’m ’bout big smoke (you knew that)
we can’t catch you, we gon’ catch your kinfolk

[verse 2]
you got one more strike, get your -ss h-t up (gang gang)
we ain’t playin’ ’bout this sh-t, get your -ss lit up (i swear)
we been gettin’ to the money, lettin’ these bags fill up (lotto savage)
and these suckers steady hatin’ ’cause they mad at us (i swear)
they b-tches still love it ’cause they glad for us (your b-tch)
middle finger in the air like f-ck it (why?)
hundred (hundred), fifty (fifty), dub (dub), woah
these n-gg-s rappin’, n-gg-, they don’t want no smoke (gang gang)
these n-gg-s rappin’, n-gg-, they don’t want no smoke (gang gang)
ak, sk, they like thirty-some rounds
you don’t want smoke, swear we never back it down (don’t know)
no cap, big strap, get clapped, real rap

- lotto savage lyrics

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