Warm Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Mhm
Marc Boomin, I'm still f*ckin' with you, my baby
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse]
I should be with IUR 'cause I'm a dr—, alright
I just drunk a box of, I just, you know we be havin' to warm up
I just drunk a pint, could be with IUR 'cause I'm a Drank God
This rap sh*t changed my life, I gotta thank God
Before I go to jail, I'm plottin' now on how to break out
Pop up at a n*gga door with the Glock, he ordered takeout
I used to sell real pills, but they fake now
Too much pressure on a n*gga, I might break down
But when I think about my kids, they motivate me, so I'm straight now
Oh, 'cause I got a couple dollars, so I'm fake now?
They gon' really hate me in four years if they hate now
Two chunks of money, both pockets got me wеighed down
Four-five Glock, boom, boom, turn the bass down
Beefin' with thе whole city 'cause you only shoot waist down
Hit the n*gga in his forehead, he fell face down
Forty racks got me walkin' bow-leg, I get pape' now
Alright, I just ate dinner, I want some cake now
Peezy told me I was gon' come up 'cause I stayed down
Four chains on me now, I'm a lighthouse
Used to drink red and freestyle off the head at the White House
If you ever see me with a b*tch, she gettin' piped down
Supercharger on the Hellcat make a whine sound
Slidin' on the first day, f*ck lettin' beef die down
This my third OxyContin 30, think I'm high now
You know them 'bows I said I had wet? They dry now
In a S550 Benz, I'm just ridin' 'round
Hit six people in the crowd, I shot five times
Right now, my mouth dry, me and Ray just drunk five lines
I see your name in that paperwork, I got it highlighted
I can't believe them n*ggas said I told, I am not Johnny
Still ridin' 'round lookin' for that one n*gga who shot—
Oh, they said the clubs back open? Somethin' gettin' dropped Friday
Came to the club to spank somethin', I do not party
I'll never steal from my blood, I am not Charlie
At this point in life, f*ck everybody, so I'm name droppin'
You say you want a zip? I'm on the way, bro, the 'caine lockin'
Finna start wearin' Girbauds with the strap, they got eight pockets
Dub play, but I spent twelve, it was eight profit
I tell a b*tch exactly how it is, bae, I ain't toxic
I'm with the ChoppaBoys, we'll send a n*gga to a brain doctor
RayRay got me ridin' with a Drac', I used to hate choppers
Jump out on you with a hundred shots, they like, "Damn, he ain't stoppin'"
Got into a shootout in the hood with a gray Glocky
Stupid n*gga thought he had Trish, it was eight Wocky
Tried to charge a hundred for the lines, I gave him eighty dollars
I just poured a four of straight drop in my daughter baby bottle
Yeah, I love my b*tch, she my friend and my baby mama
When y'all was walkin' to the store ten deep, I had Dre, Mo, Rada
When a broke n*gga talk 'bout what he had, we just change topics
I just made forty racks all pros off some fake Roxies
[Outro]
Yeah, Ghetto Boy sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, this rap sh*t serious, man, but we still f*ck with the R's too
You know what I'm sayin'? We ain't gon' get into that
The ghetto free, b*tch, we gon' just keep sayin' it