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)